Day 21- The 24 Days of Christmas Miracles Campaign (Or “The Age of Dating”)

The odds of my finding a good man to date may be the
same as the odds of this meteorite hitting me on top of
the head.

Yesterday’s miracle of Christmas is that my mom and I came to a pretty good agreement about the type of guy I need if I should ever decide to date again. The sticking point between us has typically been in the age range I am willing to date. In the past, there have been a couple of guys I went out with who were somewhat older than I was, and they also happened to be pretty boring, stick-in-the-mud type people. Now, I do not believe this attitude is a function of age at all, but rather of the person’s spirit. My mom has always told me that these men “clipped my wings,” which, while I do agree with her, I do not think it is because of their ages, but rather because they just weren’t fun people.

I try to remain pretty lively as I get older, and my mom thinks that the way to ensure I end up with a fun, good-spirited man is to not date people who are more than a few years older than I am. I am not too big on the idea of going younger, though. I definitely don’t want to date anyone who isn’t at least 30, and I still think that’s a bit young for me! I am more liberal in my definition of an acceptable age range than is my mom. While I am open to dating men who are in their forties, my mom has exhibited some reticence about me doing this.

Yesterday, while eating Goldberg’s bagels and being served by our favorite waiter, we discussed this issue. We came to a mutually agreeable solution that I just need to find someone who is fun with a young spirit. (Now, that makes it sound like I’m shopping around for septuagenarians. Trust me, I’m not!) Anyway, she seems okay with things now, as long as I don’t let someone put the kibosh on my good spirits. We also agreed that this man would need to know how to use a phone, communicate regularly, have a good job, and be intelligent. While I am thinking that the odds of my meeting this mythical man are probably similar to the odds of a meteorite hitting the earth by landing directly on top of my head, in the spirit of Christmas, I will keep hoping.