Age ain't nothing but a number?

I can't remember the last time I met a chic who wasn't younger than me. There are loads of lovely young ladies out and about this town. I've asked a number of times where chics our age are. Answers have ranged from "they're married", "at home taking care of their kids" or "they hang out in more posh places".

I do fancy older women, but have no real prejudices or presets about the 'type' of woman I'd be attracted to. I haven't had much luck with the teens. There seems to be a generation gap of sorts. Maybe I just don't have the energy or I'm not as exciteable. Or is it the fact that I'm not a fan of G-Unit or the latest crop of hip hop and R&B artistes. Or is it crunk. Generally I just have a problem relating.

All this pales in comparison though, to my real mental block when it comes to hooking up with younger chics. My small sis. She's 20, I think. The thought of hanging out with her agemates absolutely mortifies me. I try to keep away from her friends and classmates. And I've met a couple who I've found interesting. But I surely daren't act in any manner that could be construed as inappropriate.

I guess when everyone gets older, age differences aren't a big deal or in any way inappropriate. In the meantime, I probably need to get me some 50 cent boots, start listening to the Ying Yang twins and hope I don't get any questioning looks.