When it comes to love.
Age is really a thing.
At least it has always been for me.
I was young mature, not sure what was the reason for that, I just was.
16 years, looking like 24.
25 years, looking like 32.
However when passing my thirties, it seemed I was going in reverse.
I remember going out when I was 35 and had to say ‘no’ to giving my number to a guy that was just 19 years.
He asked me : “Why can’t I have your number?’”
The disappointment I could hear in his voice.
Like, he was saying. ‘Don’t kill my vibe’.
I understand, at that age, it is more a hunting game.
It brought me back to when I was that age and was somehow involved with a man that was my age now.
I believe he was 36 then.
Of course I couldn’t tell this young fella that I could almost be his mom.
By not giving my number, I certainly didn’t kill any vibe, but made sure that his mind and spirit would stay alive.
Also making sure there really is no chance for him and I am better off with a man of maturer age.
Someone at the beginning of their twenties is not fully grown yet, to completely understand.
At least that is my opinion.
It was also the realization that perhaps it is different for men and women in their mid thirties.
Because the guy of 36, I once was casually with, I know now, I wasn’t ready to do any of that.
Not even to protect myself, to prevent it from happening.
I was only ready to be just fooling around, just a little bit.
That seems to me more proper for that age.
I was still so innocent.
However, I am grateful for that experience.
Coming into this age and being now in my mid thirties, it is something I can now fully grasp and therefore let go.
However, why did the guy of 36 do this?
It is still something I can’t put my finger at.
For sure it is a burden off my shoulder, to understand I did something different in the situation that was the same.
That I know better ways to raise my vibration than going into someone’s pool of youthness.
With saying this, it seems nothing is lost and all is flowing back to me.
But my age is still a bit of a thing.
“I can’t believe you are 38”, I still hear.
There is nothing I can change about that, really.
It would be my answer, if they would have adressed it to me directly.
But I believe when it comes to love, there is no label attached.
As much as I think about it.
There is really nothing I can think of to explain about the age of love.
What I do think.
The only explanation I can give to myself is that love is not connected to age.
However, for some things we are really too young or too old.
When it comes to the man that I think is for me a great match, is someone that can understand that.