I was on one end of the salon getting my hair done and on the other end a barber stood by watching another barber cut his clients hair.
I didn’t pay much attention to them until I needed to go to the ladies room.
Yesterday I decided to get my hair blown out and straightened (not the smartest decision considering its raining today, but whatever.) The woman who does my hair moved to a unisex hair salon in Harlem, so I made my way over to see her.
It was a Sunday and the place was more or less empty.
I was single, and thought, “Well, I have to do this anyway, so why don’t I do it for real? I got an avalanche of responses, and to my surprise, the majority of them were from younger men. ” and I’ve been very happily dating younger men ever since. I have never wanted to be married, I’ve never wanted children, and I don’t want to be in a relationship in the conventional sense.
As a result, my so-called casual relationships go on a lot longer than most people’s so-called committed ones.
I date younger men off and on over periods of 2, 3, 4, 5 — or even 15 years.
I meet people from very different walks of life: men who are the first in their family to have gone to college; who have ambitions they’re making happen any way they can.
Yes, the sex is great, and the six-pack abs are nice, but what I also get out of my approach to dating is meeting men I admire and respect.