You know what has happened with all but one significantly older man I was with? Eventually some woman I don't know gets in my face. And always because of Facebook.
Today, I paid a sincere, unromantic compliment to an ex lover who was joking that he's perfect. "I don't know about perfect, but you're wonderful." The current girlfriend had to make absolutely sure I knew who she was. As if I didn't immediately know when he started seeing her. As if I couldn't enumerate every doubt he's ever had about her and whether or not she "vibrates at a compatible frequency". As if I am not part of the reason she can still emphasize that he is her "baby". Woman, please. As if I couldn't have lifed that up if I had wanted to. We're just friends. We figured out a long time ago he's not for me and I'm not for him.
Over a decade passed since last contact with a particular ex who was twice my age. Current girlfriend is a few years older than I am. He discovers Facebook, and since I have the same cell number I've always had, he finds me quickly and connects. We exchange pleasantries. Months go by. No further contact is made. Actually, he called once, he flirted a little but I didn't respond in kind. He, as he always has, told me a bunch of dirty secrets. He's definitely cheating on her with a couple of men who are also cheating on women. It's what he does. He cheats. He always has. Would have cheated on me with her if we'd been monogamous when they met. I stopped seeing him when they started to get serious. I stopped speaking to him when our friendship needed a cover story. If she ever reached out to me, I was supposed to tell her we never dated and we met at an Angie Stone wrap party. I was happy to know that they'd lasted so many years. Then I was sad when she began contacting me on Facebook demanding to know who I am and how I know him. It was a relief when she went away. He's left voicemail a few times in the years since then.
If I'm ever single again, which I hope never to be, I won't go that old again. They always move forward from me with women who make me wonder if I acted as crazy and insecure as they do, and if men secretly prefer insecurity.