5. ROB THE CRADLE

WHY: Why not?

Shortly after I turned thirty I ended up shagging a 21-year old, a 23-year old, and then a 22-year old. It was unintentional, but did make getting over the 3-0 hump much easier. The 21-year old was on his way to Iraq so I “did it for my country.” I was flattered when he hit on me since I was having visions of nursing homes after the birthday. Since I’ve always dated men older than myself, he was actually the youngest person I’ve ever had sex with even when I was his age. Even though he was endearing, having sex with him was like being mauled by a very excited puppy.

I realized that spending New Year’s Eve of my 30th year partying with 21-year olds and shagging a gorgeous, 23-year old was somewhere between hot and pathetic. Although it might be okay in New York, I was in Texas and single 30-year olds are looked upon with suspicion. Nonetheless, I brazenly brought him back home. In the morning I awoke to find I was face to face with his feet. After I dug him out from the covers we stripped each other down and quietly had sex trying to avoid the squeaky spots on the bed and alerting my friends in the next room to our activities. His young, lean body looked like marble as he worked on top of me.

About a month after New Years I found myself making out on a dance floor with a strapping, 22-year old Latino. Soon we were back at my place and he was telling me about his college classes. He eagerly went down on me and worked hard to show me his best moves. Of course being with a woman “in her prime” is as much of a turn on for the youngsters as they are for me.