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My last foray into romance was with a guy in his early 50s. If I'm honest i have to say it was a factor in my thinking when I was deciding to call it quits. Didn't bother me at first, but a couple of weeks in I started to feel the generation gap. We liked very different things and had different outlooks on things.
The worst bit was when I went over for Sunday lunch with him and his 17 year old son. There was a lot of tension between them and I ended up sitting there trying to make small talk...D was trying to be all sociable, but he was very gruff and scowly (without realising it I am sure) and there was an awkward silence hovering between him and his lad. All of a sudden I felt like I was back at the dinner table with my dad. *shudders*
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