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OK the OTHER story-
Last year for awhile I casually dated this guy, we'll call the PEDOPHILE.
He was 38, an attorney, from the east coast, extremely intelligent, and I'll leave his greek affiliation out of it since I like the men of his fraternity and he is a blight on them.
We're at dinner one night last August, we'd been seeing each other casually for about 6 months--maybe once or twice a month when he was in town.
So he asks me "What's the biggest age difference older or younger of a guy you've slept with?"
We hadn't slept together, as the casual nature of it didn't warrant it in my book, and, as much fun as I had with him, there was something I couldn't put my finger on, so I looked at the abstinence as self-preservation until I could figure out what bugged me...
So I said five years younger is the biggest difference.
He said-- How old were the 2 of you at the time.
I said 30 and 25.
He was all, Oh, that's no big deal.
And he looked like the cat that ate the canary.
So I bit.
And you, I said.
Oh, I slept with a 16 year old when I was 36....(and as if that wasn't enough).. and we're still great friends to this day.
OK, so needless to say, that's the last time I saw him.
Friday night I get a message from him--Hey, I'm in LA for the first time in a long time, how've you been?
Well, I was curious, so I called him back, left a Hi, hope all is well. type message.
he called me later Saturday afternoon, left me a message "I've forgotten what you look like almost. I really want to see you. I'm going to a party in your neighborhood. I could come over after, around midnight or so"
AAARRRGGGHHHH.
OK, clearly I'm doing something that makes these freaks think they can do this.
Sigh.
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