It was another Friday night. I reluctantly abandoned my sofa to catch up with one of my good friends. Walked into the spot, looked around, and nearly walked back out.
I was the youngest in there by at least ten years.
Not one to abandon my friend, I bravely soldiered on. I noticed a group of women sitting in silence. One of the ladies looked like she was falling asleep at the table. The rest of the women looked at my 6 inch heels with disdain.
Then I saw him. The man who thought he was a mack daddy for the ages. He looked like old school Jay Z.
But he was really a slightly younger version of Morgan Freeman.
Somebody needed to tell grandpa–who was, by the way, rocking an excessive number of rings, and sporting grey hair–that he didn’t need to look like he was 25 to snatch the ladies.
I don’t have anything against older men. I even think that older folk can wear whatever they want. However! If a man is looking for a younger girlfriend, he probably shouldn’t dress like he’s a 22 year old rapper.
If this man was trying to become the next fly sugar daddy, he would have styled himself differently. There were good looking, well dressed older men in the club–he just wasn’t one of them.
The whole situation made me think of the discrepancy between the ways we talk about older men and older women. It is ridiculous that most of the articles about “age appropriate” clothing is for women, and not for men. Yet again, men can do whatever they want, while women are policed by the fashion industry. If there are going to be rules for women’s wear, there should be rules for menswear as well. Again, I am waiting for a day when women won’t be more harshly judged for their decisions than men.
I had fun, but when Grandpa spent a bit too long giving me an awkward stare down, I left. As much as I love a good story, I wasn’t prepared to be hit on by a man that much older than me.