I couldn't help overhearing a quite bizarre conversation today. As of now, I am sitting in a Coffeeshop Company (which is like Starbucks, but Austrian, I think) and was reading through my university texts and the two women talking next to me had a peculiar string of discussions.
Clearly both of them were well-equipped with money which I could tell by their boots (looooovely) and by their talk (apparently they go into the opera once a week, very classy). My ears kept flipping over to them (metaphorically, obviously) when they started talking about the benefits of dating older men and, with a little mean smile, I thought they matched the cliche. They both looked like women who would net elderly, rich men to buy their Prada bags and (loooooooovely) boots. The way they talked about this issue came close to a business plan, seriously. "Falling in love and getting rich by it, 101" or "How to get rich without working" or "How to net an old man with your lady parts". It had something rather objectifying to it and I have never heard people talk about dating men like this ever before. The people I know mark out the personality qualities, the little things they already love about their new lover, or when and how they met.
Well, the last item on the list, these two women also discussed and I learned the even more proficient in rich-man-hunting netted her new exemplary in Paris, where she was on a short shopping trip (doesn't seem like she needs a rich man...) and he, a Portuguese rich man, owns a flat there, but he also owns a house in Portugal, obviously.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you one thing about this mystery man's character, yet I know that he has a flat in Paris, a house in Portugal (which is currently being renovated), three Jaguars (cars, not the animal) and gave her a necklace she was wearing (and it was surprisingly ugly).
Oh, and of course that he is twenty-five years older than her. Now, I am not out to judge people on age differences, I will give you my personal opinion on it in a minute, but what struck me as entirely odd was the way these women talked about this. Woman B (the less proficient who secretly is jealous of all her friend's possession but is in the end more likely the relatable person in this scenario), pointed out that he would already be eighty-five when Woman A would be sixty to which Woman A bluntly responded "Well, either he dies or it's time for a new man anyway."
Ouch. Probably it's their weird humour, I don't know, and I got it way out of context, yet this is pretty harsh, isn't it? Growing apart with time is one thing but entering a relationship with the prerequisite that my partner either has to have died by eighty-five or I will be looking for a new man sounds pretty extreme, if you ask me.
But then the question, of course, is whether we can depict him as the poor lamb either. I am really not within this scene, but the rich-guy-young-woman situation seems to be agreed on mutually - as a man you accept you will only be loved for you money, and as a woman only for your looks.
But who would accept that? I definitely wouldn't. Love is a wonderful experience and I would rather sleep under a bridge with my man than in a luxurious bed with another, but probably I'm old-fashioned...
Anyway, they kept on discussing their rich boyfriends and their exclusive lifestyle and I couldn't help write a text to my man, telling him I loved him. Probably I don't have these boots (oh, were they lovely), but I have a man who will not leave me when my saggy boobs make me stumble and my face has more wrinkles than skin, and for that I am eternally grateful.
As for the opinion. Personally, I couldn't care less about other people's lives as long as they're happy. However, I do think that it simply cannot be entirely normal to date someone who precedes your own father (or grandfather) in age. Some years apart shouldn't hurt but I also assume that developing together is pretty hard if someone is so much older than the other half of the relationship. I, for my part, am really happy my man and I are pretty much the same age because we develop sort of linear; however, again, it might be different with other people and I respect that, but I would assume anything beyond ten years strikes me as slightly odd, especially if you're still pretty young. I would assume the difference between a fifteen year old and a twenty-five year old cause more reasons for irritation than a thirty and forty year old, but that is all, of course, speculation. I just know that whatever years are between your and your partner, you shouldn't wish him/her death by the age of eighty-five...it's really interesting what you hear when you forget your headphones at home...
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