Age… Just a Number?

I’ve always been a firm supporter of the phrase, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” it is almost like a mantra to me.

By CC Staff

Whether it was the mimosa I’d sip on Monday morning before class, blind-eyed to my roommate’s disapproving glares, or spiking my Coke with a little nip of rum in the dining commons at lunch to my friends’ bemusement, I’d just smile real big and cluck, “It’s five o’clock somewhere guys! Loosen up!”

Alright so maybe my tendencies slightly resemble that of Sully, the homeless alcoholic on the corner block who’s always singing Ace of Base off-key — But hey! Cheers to being young and reckless! At least he ‘saw the sign’…for happy hour.

Either way, such tendencies made it no surprise at all that I found myself in a bar (Thank you trusty fake ID!) this past Friday getting some drinks with a friend. After a hard week of internship pandemonium, a stiff drink in the city was just the cure.

The clock had just struck 6 PM and I was feeling a little tipsy when this cute guy sat down next to me at the bar. We got to talking (or maybe it was slurring) and I felt like I really hit it off with “Ben.” It wasn’t until we’d exchanged numbers and began to chat throughout the week that I found out Benny Boy was 29 years old.

I threw around the number in my head… twenty-nine…hmmm. So one less than the thirty pack of Bud Light I crushed during that frat party luau last October? I did the math. Eleven years older than me. I sighed and did what any sane eighteen-year old would do… I told him I was twenty.

Alright, I know, starting off in a lie is not always so smart…but come on. To a twenty-nine year old, eighteen is practically infantile. He probably wouldn’t know whether to buy me a drink or a pacifier! The point is, he said he still wants to see me again and that my age didn’t bother him…which led me to question (Besides the obvious, why can’t this dude get a girl his own age?), is older better?

Many girls would roar a resounding yes, older is better. He’s apparently more experienced, more mature, he knows what he wants. Even better…what you want and how to give it to you.

Really, this is an age old question that all women tend to agree and disagree on based on their own personal experiences, is older really better?

NBC’s new show aims to answer just that. Age of Love premieres Monday, June 18th. The show puts one (lucky) guy, tennis pro Mark Philippoussis in the middle of a group of 20-something bombshells and 40-something knockouts, to figure out, does age really make a difference?

As an avid Bachelor fan I can’t help but make some connections…my girlfriends and I never got over the fact that Andy didn’t give Amber a rose because she was 23. So we might’ve spat and screamed at the TV a little too loudly — the campus police were phoned, but I shouldn’t admit that.

So while Mark struggles with the painfully difficult task of wining and dining, hot tubs and romance all in the name of polygamy, I’ll just sit here and hope my fake doesn’t let me down on my date with Ben. Twenty, so that means I’m gonna’ be a junior…right?