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Anyway, it's like when Kate Hudson was hooking up with that Jonas brother. It was kind of weird at first and then we all got used to it and nobody gave it a second thought. If anything, people applauded her because she's not afraid to go after what she wants. And she really wanted that cute little Jonas brother.

In fact, once when I imprinted on a young lady’s lips a chaste and fatherly kiss for about five minutes, I stopped and said, sorrowfully, “Wouldn’t you rather be kissed by a twenty-one-year-old boy?” She frowned and said, “Of course not. If you’d ever been kissed by a twenty-one-year-old boy you’d know better than to ask.” Remember that. In any direct competition, the old man is bound to win and the young man knows it.

He said he thought I was about twenty. Which is still too young. But not running-from-the-law young.

How old would you be if you did not know your exact age?

If this was a flirtation — and it felt like a flirtation — it was like no other flirtation in Katya’s experience: with a man old enough to be her grandfather?

He chuckles. “So you’re saying you were influenced by teenage vampires and kids on adventures without their parents?” he asks with a shrug. “That’s pretty much what I’ve been influenced by as well.” “Yeah, but come on, this one has Kiefer Sutherland in it when he was super hot,” I tell him. “Before he started looking like his dad.” “Kiefer Sutherland has a dad?” Cal asks me and I groan, because I know where this is going from the impish tone in his voice. “He must be even older than you.” I notice his smirk and I nudge him playfully. “Asshole,” I hiss. “Put the damn DVD into the machine and let’s watch it, then you can decide who was the hotter vampire: Kiefer Sutherland or Robert Pattinson. “Don’t forget David Boreanaz,” he reminds me. “He was a hot vampire too.

I do what he says and I close my eyes and open my mouth and the next thing I know he's got his twenty-eight-year-old tongue in my thirteen-year-old mouth and all I can think is that I don't think the hero is supposed to be doing this.

Il nous faut encore expliquer quels liens unissaient Tristana, car tel était le nom de la jolie jeune fille, au grand don Lope, seigneur et maître de ce groupe, qui ne constituait pas à proprement parler une famille. Dans le voisinage, et parmi les rares personnes qui débarquaient un moment chez don Lope pour faire une visite ou pour espionner, il y avait des versions pour tous les goûts. On voyait l’emporter tour à tour, sur ce point capital, telle ou telle opinion ; durant un laps de temps de deux ou trois moi on tient pour vérité d’Evangile que cette demoiselle était la nièce de notre personnage, et il se trouva que des voisins qui l’avaient entendu dire « papa », comme les poupées qui parlent.

Innumerable surveys have made it quite clear that when a respectable elderly man makes up to a giggling young lady, it is not the giggling young lady so accosted that is offended by the action, but rather the granite-faced dowager, standing unnoticed by her side, who is. It is she who makes derogatory remarks concerning dirty old men, and is quite likely to attack him with an umbrella.

In short, I ran away. I was about to fall in love. Aside from being opposed to getting involved with a guy, I'm a dried-up old man, just like he said. He's too dazzling to be with me. He's beyond me.

Kiedy jesteśmy młodzi, każdy powyżej trzydziestki wygląda na człowieka w średnim wieku, każdy po pięćdziesiątce na starca. I czas dowodzi, wraz ze swoim upływem, że nie myliliśmy się tak bardzo. Te drobne różnice wieku — tak istotne i olbrzymie, kiedy jesteśmy młodzi — ulegają erozji. Koniec końców wszyscy zaczynamy należeć do tej samej kategorii, kategorii niemłodych. Sam nigdy się tym specjalnie nie przejmowałem. Są jednak wyjątki od tej reguły. W przypadku niektórych ludzi różnice czasu ustalone w młodości nigdy tak naprawdę nie znikają: starsi pozostają dla nich starszymi, nawet gdy jedni i drudzy są zaślinionymi stetryczałymi osobnikami. W przypadku niektórych ludzi różnica, powiedzmy, pięciu miesięcy oznacza, że będą się uważali za mądrzejszych i obdarzonych większą wiedzą niż ci drudzy, bez względu na dowody świadczące o czymś wprost przeciwnym. A może powinienem powiedzieć „z racji” dowodów świadczących o czymś wprost przeciwnym. „Z racji" tego, że — jak jest absolutnie jasne dla obiektywnego obserwatora — gdy szala przechyla się na korzyść marginalnie młodszej osoby, ta druga tym bardziej rygorystycznie podtrzymuje przekonanie o swojej wyższości. Tym bardziej neurotycznie.

MISUNDERSTANDING" arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

My age makes him nervous and shamey, cause his eyes keep heading southwards and then back up, guilty. I can tell I can make his eyes swirl and that's just about all I want to do.

NO KISS FORGOTTEN; it resides in the memory as in the flesh, and so Katya many times felt the press of Marcus Kidder’s warm mouth on hers in the days and especially in the nights following. And her heartbeat quickened in protest: How could you! Kiss him! That old man! Kiss him! Let him put his arms around you ad kiss you and kiss him back! The old man’s mouth and Katya Spivak’s mouth! How could you.

No one in the world is really over 28. I wish I had known that when I thought I was 40.

In recent years a smaller share of young adults has been employed than at any time since the Bureau of Labor Statistics started tracking such trends in 1948. So it's not surprising that this generation of youthful protesters has a different focus for their grievances: the economy, stupid. But notice the targets they've chosen to demonize. It's all about class, not age. It's 1% versus 99%, not young versus old. Occupy Wall Street, not Occupy Leisure World.

It was simply that Morgan was right for Theo in ways he couldn’t begin to explain. From little things such as Morgan already knowing so much about Theo—like the fact that he had no siblings—and accepting the way that Ben was still a very important part of his life, all the way through to arguing about absolutely fucking everything, Morgan was just right for him. It wouldn’t have mattered if he’d been twenty-one or sixty-one instead of twenty-eight. He was perfect for Theo.

Je me sentais échauffé. Je ne voyais aucun moyen de me sortir de cette inextricable situation : une jeune fille presque nue qui n’avait pas l’air d’avoir froid, une conversation très propre à exciter un vieux sanglier dans mon genre, mais je ne pouvais décidément faire des avances à une fille aussi jeune.

No one made sense of the love they shared. They didn't get the hang of it either. But together, the clocks of winter stopped.. And autumn's fallen leaves turned, swiftly, scarlet.

People asked if I was his daughter. They ask all the time. Hoping, accusing. We never say yes, and we never say no.

She feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder’s excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man’s touch, but Katya forced herself to remain still, politely unresisting. In Mr. Kidder’s eyes, which brimmed with moisture, Katya saw such tenderness for her, such desire, or love, she felt that her throat might close, she might begin to cry. Gravely Mr. Kidder lowered his face to hers. Katya held her breath, but he just brushed his lips against her forehead and did not try to kiss her on the mouth.

She started dialing his cell, then hung up and tried the landline -- maybe Margaret was a better bet to pick up; their parents' generation still felt morally obligated to answer phones.

Since thirteen, she’d been preparing. She wasn’t beautiful like these Bayhead Harbor girls, but it was surprising how men sometimes looked at her. More it was older men rather than guys her age, for some reason. […] There were guys - older guys - she’d yearned for so frankly you could see it in her face.

The cup-sized breasts of that twenty-four year old impatient beauty seemed a dozen years younger than she, with those pale squinty nipples and firm form.

There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection. There was a sense of justice in my father’s upright mind, which rendered it necessary that he should approve highly to love strongly. Perhaps during former years he had suffered from the late-discovered unworthiness of one beloved, and so was disposed to set a greater value on tried worth. There was a show of gratitude and worship in his attachment to my mother, differing wholly from the doting fondness of age, for it was inspired by reverence for her virtues, and a desire to be the means of, in some degree, recompensing her for the sorrows she had endured, but which gave inexpressible grace to his behaviour to her. Everything was made to yield to her wishes and her convenience. He strove to shelter her, as a fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from every rougher wind, and to surround her with all that could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her soft and benevolent mind.

The fact of the matter is that young men lack skill and experience and are very likely to approach a girl as though she were a sack of wheat. It is the old man—suave, debonair, maturely charming—who knows exactly what to do and how to do it, and is therefore better at it.

To those not yet old, being old means you’ve been. But being old also means that despite, in addition to, and in excess of your beenness, you still are. Your beenness is very much alive. You still are, and one is as haunted by the still-being and its fullness as by the having-already-been, by the pastness. Think of old age this way: it’s just an everyday fact that one’s life is at stake.

Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.

Very few people are aware of the fact that in the beginning the proud and glorious phrase “dirty old man” was actually meant as derision. The very phrase, originated as it was by young men, is a standing testimonial to the ignorance of the same young men. Sex is dirty—if you do it right. Young men don’t know how to do it right, so they stay clean. Some old men never learn how and they stay clean, too. But unless you have the ambition to retreat into dull hopelessness, don’t you do it. Don’t be bashful with ladies while young and retreat altogether as you grow older. Grow bolder with the years: advance, advance. Be a dirty old man and be proud of it.

V’s reference to his age, specifically the difference between them, only pissed Zane off more. He hated that she used that as an excuse. She’d tried it one other time, and if he remembered correctly, she’d been sprawled out beneath him in ten seconds flat, begging him to let her come.

We must not be taken in by the myth of youth, the unending propaganda to the effect that young men are younger than old men; that they are better looking; that they are slimmer, stronger and more athletic; that they can hold a girl in more romantic fashion and speak more sweetly.

When we’re young, everyone over the age of thirty looks middle-aged, everyone over fifty antique. And time, as it goes by, confirms that we weren’t that wrong. Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young, erode. We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I’ve never much minded this myself. But there are exceptions to the rule. For some people, the time differentials established in youth never really disappear: the elder remains the elder, even when both are dribbling greybeards. For some people, a gap of, say, five months means that one will perversely always think of himself – herself – as wiser and more knowledgeable than the other, whatever the evidence to the contrary. Or perhaps I should say because of the evidence to the contrary. Because it is perfectly clear to any objective observer that the balance has shifted to the marginally younger person, the other one maintains the assumption of superiority all the more rigorously. All the more neurotically.

She could feel these hands tremble, and she could feel Mr. Kidder’s excitement. How eager she was to be gone from this room. Her heart was beating in mild revulsion from the man’s touch, but Katya forced herself to remain still, politely unresisting. In Mr. Kidder’s eyes, which brimmed with moisture, Katya saw such tenderness for her, such desire, or love, she felt that her throat might close, she might begin to cry. Gravely Mr. Kidder lowered his face to hers. Katya held her breath, but he just brushed his lips against her forehead and did not try to kiss her on the mouth.

Bill Pullman is older than Aaron Eckhart - although I was older too - and the age difference changes the play. My perspective on those issues had changed a lot. Without going into nerdy details about that play, there was something that still stuck with me. I still had the same joy in that dialogue and David Mamet's rhythm in terms of his writing. I felt like there was still something to explore.

When I was on the 'Mickey Mouse Club,' there was Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake and Ryan Gosling and Christine Aguilera. But they were 12 and I was 17, so there was a bit of an age difference.

Even my older brothers' early success 10 years ago didn't change me since there was such an age difference.

In your standard-issue family, of which few remain, but on which our expectations are still based, there are parents and there are children. The way you know which are which, aside from certain size and age differences and despite any behavior similarities, is that the parents are the bossy ones.

While there may have been an age difference, Josh Duggar's transgressions are far less an affront to God than what gays do with each other.

AGE DIFFERENCE What if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you've known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what turns you on, what drives you wild and best of all, you will do for her exactly what she does for you. "When will I meet her?" Well let's put it this way, she doesn't even exist yet.

I remember when I was 6 years old and my brother used to go seek out guys that were 13 to come over and play football against me while he was the 'permanent quarterback.' I didn't know exactly what the age difference was, but I was already playing against older guys.

I think she is going to find you too old... Yes that was it, the moment she said it I knew it was true, and the revelation caused me no surprise, it was like the echo of a dull, not unexpected shock. The age difference was the last taboo, the final limit, all the stronger for the fact that it remained the last and had replaced all the others. In the modern world you could be a swinger, bi, trans, zoo into S&M, but it was forbidden to be old.

There was a big age difference between me and my brothers - about 10 years - so I was an only child for a long time. I used to hang out a lot on my own. I played a lot of weird games with a lot of imaginary people. I guess it's kind of roleplaying.

Age is irrelevant when it comes to adult male/female relationships, it is all about power levels