With regard to the dating scene, who would be "just right" for our blonde beauty?
After years of experimenting and drawing conclusions of my own, I have some advice for Goldilocks, were I to pass her on the street.
Over cocktails and a nosh at the Bar at Palm Court, I'd tell one of my storybook faves about life as a single 30-something.
"Steer clear of men your own age," I'd say. Lots of my girlfriends and I agree - many of Cincinnati's trigenarian men are in a fierce battle with the Peter Pan Syndrome.
Others fancy themselves the Gatsby Incarnate.
It's not a condemnation, but rather a fact-of-life observation. Some of these sparkly souls are trying to revisit youth after spending their 20s in LTRs, and others cling on to life with the brahs for fear of getting tied down with a ball and chain and little chainlets.
I've long given my dating age range a wide berth - having been open to dating men 10 to 15 years my senior. A bad experience several years ago with a younger man (well, he was three years my junior, but quite more youthful with regard to maturity) turned me off to the 20-something set.
But I think it's time to reevaluate that stance.
I spent a good bit of the weekend with my 24-year-old sister and her boyfriend of the same age. Mickie gushed about my platinum blonde tresses and my recent weight loss. If that wasn't enough to boost my flailing ego, they both remarked several times about my youthful appearance.
"I told him, "Mickie's sister is in her 30s, but she doesn't even look like it. Really," my sister's boyfriend Corey shared with with one of their OU friends.
I'm not gonna lie. A swift smile spread across my sparsely wrinkled face.
I told the both of them - a youthful appearance comes with copious moisturizing and a deeply respectful relationship with SPF 30.
My mom tells me I look young because I don't have children.
Over the course of our evening visiting the great haunts of Cincinnati (can you go wrong with a night of Arnold's/Japp's/Shanghai Mama's?), Mickie told me I should really consider dating men ten years my junior.
"You're hot, Katy. And they would totally date you."
I can't remember the last time my kid sister said something so nice to me.
But you know what, she's right about one thing. It's time for me to be open to other possibilities. I've been far too picky for too long.
This urban Goldilocks needs to sample a few more options before she finds just right.
Speaking of finding just right, congratulations to the GLBT community in New York and today's first such marriages in the Empire State. Everybody, regardless of race, religion, creed, orientation and other points of diversity, deserves the right to celebrate marriage legally. Jesus had two dads and he turned out okay. Right? -Kate
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