Age matters?

My new friend Mr Big de Stockholm has been rather limited in the dating world. Doesn't have time, he claims. And cannot really blame him for being reluctant. He tried out net-dating once. And was meeting up a bird in the age group 35-40 who said she valued "sincere and honest guys who played with open cards". (Ok my friend, a word of advice from someone a bit more experienced; this might not be the most original thing to say. But fair enough.) During this rather pleasant date his brain started CV-calculation and soon enough realized that something was rotten in the state of Stockholmland. So he pops the forbidden q: "Darling, how old are you really?" And as on a given signal, the beauty started to cry and out came the sincere and honest truth. She is 50. So much for values. A paradoxal fox.

And then we have my gorgeous Ms Prada Finland, now happily separated from Shorty and living it. She does things a bit the other way around. She also lies about her age. But not like any normal 32 years old, telling the young beauties that she is 27. No no. When Ms Prada meets a gorgeous 28 years old, she says she is 39 and starts whistling seductively to the tune of the Graduate, titulating herself Mrs Robinson. And enjoys every bit of her made up maturity.

I would love to be around when the relationship is getting more serious and Ms Prada needs to explain a few things to her cute tom-boy. "Hey babe, you know, I need to tell you something about myself, like my age... " The guy starts wriggling around realizing that she will probably be a very well kept 46-year old. "I am almost the same age as you, just a tiny few years older". A blank face appears. What can he say? Maybe he was dreaming of a mature old woman and now this? Maybe he thought: Great, just a super too-old-shag that will never be serious! But the same age? Most likely he will be speechless and pleased beyond belief about this sudden super-catch next to him.

One thing we do know, is that we never know.