'That little girl could end up dating my future ex-husband one day'

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I had the most horrible thought the other day.

I was walking through Freedom Park (OK, I was actually rollerblading through the park — don’t judge me) when I saw a little girl running around playing. The thought crossed my mind: That little girl could end up dating my future ex-husband one day. Assuming I marry someone my own age.

Think about it …

The last guy I was into was in his forties. I was 13 when he was my age. I wasn’t even born when he started having sex.

It’s disgusting really … if a woman dates a younger guy, then she’s a cougar or just an old maid. But when a guy does it, he’s "the man." But it’s actually kind of perverted if you think about it. I mean, this girl is like 7 years old and could, feasibly, end up dating one of my guy friends now.

Meanwhile, my fetish for older men is partaking in this problem. I would never be a homewrecker by any means, but by dating older men, I am taking them off the market for single women their own age. Are there not enough men to go around? Or do women have to share them?

I know why I date older men … I’ll spare you my psychobabble "It’s a supplemental father figure" speech. But every woman needs that in her life, and she is going to get it somehow. So, perhaps some of these guys should stop dating girls young enough to be their daughters, and start being better fathers.

I just never really thought about how it hurts the moms out there, until a cougar roared at me about it. She might not have been as violent as the girls who jumped me in high school for a different form of dating discrimination, but she made her point.

I don’t discriminate. I am an equal opportunity dater, but I also don’t want to discriminate against my own kind … women.

Newsflash: We all get older. If a man leaves a woman for getting older in order to date younger women, that’s just a sign that he hasn’t grown up and needs someone on his maturity level. And that his daughter shouldn't bring her friends over to his house.

But who cares if we grow old … isn’t that the point of sharing your life with someone, to have someone to grow old with?