legalmoose

So, there's this young man with whom I've had a few dates. I guess I'll need to pick a name, so JH it is. Introduced him to Party Girl and The House of Yes with the ever-lovely Parker Posey the other day, had a couple sessions of really good giggly sex over the past couple of weeks, and some okay meals together (the Chinese takeout we got last night was... regretable). Metro'd myself out to his place last night (he's waaaaaay at the end of the Yellow Line, and further past that - he has to drive over and pick me up from the station, which is normally a non-starter for me and seeing someone since I dislike feeling "trapped" somewhere, but I've been less hyper about that in this instance. Having the numbers of cab companies for DC, MD and VA programmed into the cell phone is a good thing for peace of mind...) for the aforementioned takeout and a movie. Was a planned overnighter, I'd packed a bag. A good time was had by both, but I ended up ditching a planned swim this morning (not enough sleep!) and just coming into work early instead.

Popped in and said hello to my boss (it's always a good idea to let it be known when you go in early, just so you keep them on their toes about your schedule). Got my latest performance appraisal done earlier than the planned 2pm time (all top marks *bows*), and a good chat with her. Was a trifle odd being in at 8:15 because a) it's Friday and b) it's early, so very few people were in the building, and no others in the office past myself and da boss. At least it's nice and quiet. And, as usual, far too cold, but that's another rant.

But anyway, back to JH. I'm not sure where it's going. He's 25, sweet, he seems to be okay with the very casual manner in which we've approached our dates. He's not met

lioncub yet, but will (probably next week), and asks about him. Is a nice change from the overwhelming intensity with which I normally enter into something. Slow, casual, calm. He loves to point out where he was in certain years ("1996. The year before I graduated from High School.") and compare them with where I was at the time ("Ah, I was midway through graduate school at that point..."). I think I'm getting a taste of my own medicine there from when I'll gently tease Lawrence (who is 15 years my senior) about our own age differences.

I guess a small part of the attraction is this, "Why are you interested in me?" feeling that I get whenever someone more than a couple years younger than I expresses an interest in me. It shouldn't shock me, given my own general preference for gentlemen who are older than I, but it's strange to be on the other side of it. I certainly don't think of myself as old, or even older, though of course in the technical sense I am older.

Anyway, I'm not going to stress over it, that would be silly. But it is an interesting addition to my life right now.