Wrinkled Winkers

I’m signed up. Built my profile. Set my dream date criteria. And I’ve even winked at a dozen dudes already. Who is winking at me? The Wrinkled Winkers.

I’d hate to admit I have ageism, but the rule-of-thumb I am sticking with is that the guy I date can’t be older than my Big Brother (who is 36). It just doesn’t seem right that I’d date someone who potentially was my Bro’s peer, or worse yet, his senior. My Big Brother is my buffer… as in I can’t be getting too old because my Brother is that much older. Always. Maybe this is my way of protecting myself against my own aging. Denying it, even.

Don’t get me wrong. So far in my 30 years I have loved each year of my life more than the last. But sorry gentlemen, I am old enough to know that if you’re over 36 I am not mature enough to entertain dating you. This chick wants a rooster closer to my genre.