The oldest guy I dated was 13 years older than me. I was 22 - 23 at the time. As I’ve gotten older, the men have stayed the same age. Without being pervy, I find myself attracted to sort of younger guys now.

I’m 34 and can barely recall being 17. I know I dated a really popular handsome kid at school and skipped class several times per week to go to the beach.

My ex-bosses's wife is on her second Masters but loves animals so much that she quit working and volunteers at a zoo in her spare time. Her and my boss are both five years younger than me.

I took a second job to pay off debt when I was overseas enlisted as military AND taking 15 credit hours. The amount of smiles I had to conjure up in relation to stupid comments about some thought on my education is unreal.

It's not restaurant but I have a story of when I worked in a department store.

Ahhh, the blatant sexism!

But I really need to hear about luxury retreats in Bhutan. I mean, I only have four months.

Sometimes other people see what we need much sooner than we do.

Not to minimize it, but it was 8th grade. I’m more pissed about showing up late to class and being harassed about why I was late.

Agreed!

It was in conjunction with an argument I had about wanting bangs.

I know this is cheeky, but I run 1.5+ degrees colder than normal. It really doesn’t sound like much but it affects me something crazy. Hypothermia sets in at 95. I hover at 96.5 to 97. No one takes me seriously when I tell them how cold I am. Doctors note it on my checkups along with the very low blood pressure.

One time in church, my mom talked shit about the young woman in front of us who flipped her hair ‘too many times’.

As someone that was raped as a 13 year old by my best friend’s older brother, thank you. No man should look at a developing child and think ‘sexy’.

I know a kid (kid to me, I’m old) 22 year old that was flirting with a relationship with my 14 year old niece. He passed away and everyone is crying about what a good person he was. No, he was stringing along a minor.

My mom gets a stipend every month for her ethnicity (Inuit). She has to prove her heritage as well.

I am flattered and have no idea how to respond.

That’s very kind and I truly appreciate it. We found peace.

Speaking of... wine. Damn.

Plastic money is my favorite.