Older Guys and a Creepy Heather

I have a peculiarity that kind of creeps me out. I don’t think it does me any harm, but I still find it sort of disturbing. I’m really reluctant to say it, even in a blog that almost no one reads, but I might as well let it go somewhere and better here in this silly blog than to some person I actually know.

Okay, I find older guys pretty hot. There, I’ve said it. When I say “older guys” I’m talking about guys over 30 and under... well, I don’t know where the top end is. Maybe 50, maybe more. And when I say "hot", I mean "fantasize" hot. And yes, this weirdness really does kind of creep me out.

It’s not every older guy that I find hot, not by a longshot. I’m talking about nice-looking older guys who look like they work-out. And the guy has to be kind of soft-spoken and sophisticated. A polite, friendly Hugh Jackman would drive me crazy.  

Anyway, I’m not sure where this “old guy” goofiness began. I know I had a girlfriend when I was about 14 who had a hot father. I watched him come to the aid of an old woman in a parking lot who was being confronted by some guy who was livid after a minor car accident. Maybe that incident triggered something, I don’t know.

A few years ago I was in a 1 ½ year relationship with a guy who was 12 years older than me. I think he was old enough that I was getting some of that “older guy” feeling when I first met him, but not so old that I soon creeped myself out. In the end, he broke up with me because of our age differences. Heck, I think I wrote about him and our relationship in this moronic blog months ago.

Today a nice-looking older guy came into where I work, an auto dealership, and he was looking for one particular salesmen. The man was probably in his mid-40s. He was wearing a coat but I would have guessed that he was probably somewhat muscular or at least somewhat athletic. He wore glasses and had short, neat, dark hair with gray on the sides.

Anyway, the salesman was out in the car lot, and I asked the man if he could wait for a few minutes. He waited right there by my workstation. After about a minute of standing there silently, he jokingly asked me if I owned a car purchased from the dealership. I smile and told him I did; a used car. He grinned and said in this pleasant voice that I should consider myself lucky that I do not work in a bicycle store and riding a used bike. When he smiled, the little lines around his eyes and the edges of his mouth became more apparent, and more attractive. His voice tone was almost soothing to my ears.

A few minutes later the salesman came in, the man said a cheerful goodbye to me, and they walked away. But I’ll bet it took about another ten minutes for me, my brain, and a few of my vital signs to go back to normal. In the meantime, I analyzed two things; what I found attractive about the man, and how weird I am, both enclosed in the blog post.

Now several hours later, the man is probably vanished forever. Unfortunately my weirdness remains, undaunted.