half your age plus seven…more or less…ok, just less

Someone once told me the rule for the youngest person you should hook up with is half of your age plus seven. Half of thirty four plus seven is twenty four. Seems like an easy enough rule to follow. Except maybe when you are living on an island full of travelers who are primarily in their early twenties. And you develop an unexplainable crush on a danish one who is twenty one. A crush you have no intention to act on, of course, just a little crush. Until you have a few drinks one wednesday night (wednesday and friday are the big nights on the island) and it becomes clear this is not just a one way crush. And then you feel slightly bad about making out with a twenty one year old until you realize once again, this guy could have his pick of twenty something girls so really, I should be proud. I still wasn’t quite prepared for the sleepover thing though, so I still didn’t have to wake up feeling like a cougar slut. Until saturday morning anyway. Who knew that a day at the beach and a tuna melt were the keys to round two. For which I finally was prepared. And thank god, because I don’t know if younger guys have more energy or are more eager to please or what, but I’m pretty sure the line of the night was “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but you should know that, um, never works for me. So I don’t know who taught you, but you should thank her.”

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