I just went out to dinner with a woman "my age". She's actually a year older than me, divorced, with one son. Nightmare scenario, basically. Why the fuck not, I'm up for a challenge, and she has that tiny build that's so fun to throw around in bed. I gave it a shot... and I crashed and burned.

See my confidence has been getting too high recently. Success has been plentiful and almost at will. I have been feeling supreme, invulnerable, indomitable, indefatigable; king and poet, both bard and lord. Well, that shit is fucking over. Holy shitballs.

Oh, and by-the-way, the nightmare scenario quickly got more nightmarier. (I know the word is nightmarish, but I don't give a shit, I like my word.) It turns out that in her youth she was a showgirl for a luxury consumer brand, where she would go and get rich men to come look at the expensive shit that was renting her ass out. Ah, fuck. I can only imagine the A-level fuckers she used to fuck. Alpha widow? She's a whole fucking Alpha mauso-god-damned-leum.

This bitch gave me shit tests that had to be measured not in number, but as a ROF -- rate-of-fire. And let me just say, she was giving an M-60 machine gun a run for its money. They just did. not. stop.... ever.

Eventually I just shut up, because amused mastery is tiring when you are doing nothing else. It was like a really boring and annoying yet somehow deadly hailstorm; I keep saying it, but it's true... it just never stopped. I don't know why I didn't end it after the annoying dinner, but fuck-only-knows-why I went for round two with this harpy via frozen yogurt. I think that I was like a trauma victim by that point, where you just go along with anything, like it's happening to someone else. God knows I wished I were somewhere else by the end.

Finally she started talking shit about gay guys. Fuck that. You can't say gay guys are the problem because you don't know what to say to your kids. Louis CK has a bit about that, but she literally fucking said it, that she doesn't know what to say to her son. If you want to be a bigot because dicks in butts freaks you out, fine, own it... but don't hide your ignorance behind your child. Then we started talking religion... ah, shit. "You're not an atheist, are you?" Ah, double shit. Why did I sign up for this? No frozen yogurt is worth this...

At the end I drove her back to her car and basically nope'd out. She wasn't feeling it by then either. Perhaps the part when I said, "What's the difference between God and Santa Claus? God kills people." Maybe that was what lost it for me. I'm not that fussed, really.

So, why should you date women "your own age"? Because these entitled, self-absorbed, cynical, burnt-out-and-worn-out bitches will remind you what is wonderful in a woman -- because they have absolutely none of it. Joy? Joie de vivre? Fun? Innocence? Nope, nope, nope and are-you-fucking-kidding-me?

Spend some time with high-30's-low-40's and you will see. You will be humbled. You will learn from the challenge and you will grow, but by god and by gum you will suffer in the meantime. (It won't work as well for you 20-somethings... they know that you are basically only for fucking, so they won't give you the same level of scrutiny. You'll have to wait until your mid-30's to get the full experience.)

TL;DR - date burned-out husks of women in their late-30's-early-40's to learn what shit testing really is.