Caught in a not so bad romance…

I love Lady Gaga. She is outrageous and rocks it. You won’t find me in a meat dress and Alexander McQueen Mickey Mouse heels anytime soon but if you live in SoCal you may see me on one of the major freeways belting out Bad Romance like nobody’s business. I love the lyrics, “I want your love and all your lovers revenge- you and me could write a bad romance”. Lady Gaga just gets it.

I’m really good at Bad Romances. You know, those very immature teenage love affairs that are so amazing in the beginning but always has the potential to explode and die at any second? I am afraid, ladies, that I have found myself in a not so bad romance for a change. (Yes! Just in time for V-Day!).

I found Big (yes, I’ll repeat that I found him, he did not find me) after refining my usual “Mr. Right” search on Match.com. I expanded the age range, unfiltered astrological signs (say what you might, but I’m all about signs- what up Cancers?!?!) and there he was. Big is Latin (Spicy! Just like me!), Pisces (a very compatible sign), stood in at 5’ll with a stocky build (we look good together) and 9 years my senior (yeah, 9…).

I’ve never dated anyone more than three years older than me but I’ve heard mostly good things about the whole age difference debacle. A lot of women say it’s the best because most men are immature so you meet in the middle with age. I’ve also heard others say age has nothing to do with it because when you mesh well you mesh well. But hey, if Carrie and Big did it (Big was 12 years older!!) then maybe I can too.

So far, in mine and Big’s case, age has nothing to do with it. After I “winked” at him he messaged me, and the rest is history… We’ve had long great conversations (first through Match.com, then over the phone, and eventually in person) about our dreams, careers, stories from our past from childhood to college. Finally, here is a man who is educated, knows what he wants out of life, has a great sense of humor and he’s pretty cute too…

He’s such a romantic, more than myself…definitely more than any of the guys I’ve ever dated. With little gifts and creative dates sprinkled here and there, I could get used to this… and to top it all off he’s so chivalrous its bananas. Well enough with the aspartame sweet things, there are a few concerns I have in the back of my head. As much as he’s a gentleman, I know I’m not the most graceful lady. I caught him staring (disapprovingly) at my rocker/moto leather boots the other day. I do worry that I’m not 1950’s housewife enough for him, but hey…I gotta be me. He’s mentioned, several times, how much he loves kids and how all of his friends are married. Not that this really means anything, but I hope he’s not on the fast track to marriage and babies because I sure am not. We also have a very different taste in music (and music is a little too important to me, so I don’t know how I feel about this). All his favorite songs are by bands I vaguely remember hearing about and he doesn’t know who a lot of my favorites are. Rihanna who? You’re kidding me right!!! My Grandpa just mentioned Rihanna the other day, no joke! Another silly little thing, he’s such a PC guy. I am totally a Mac girl and I like people who appreciate Apple. He’s so anti. Sighhh… who knows, maybe I just am use to the crazy wild Bad Romances I don’t know a good one when it hits me.

I know I’m overthinking it- like I always do. I’m going to see how things go and possibly add some 1950’s retro glamour to my wardrobe in the mean time. I’m already planning on wearing our Siren Satin Dress in the French Damask print with my vixen red pumps tonight for Valentine’s day.

Until next time….

Whoa ohh ohhh ohhhh, caught in a not so bad romance…