I am going to be 34 next month. Many years ago, I remember joking that I couldn’t wait to turn 36 because then I could date men half my age legally. Of course I said that when 36 was a long, long way off instead of just 25 months. Also, it occurred to me recently that the age of consent in Maryland is probably under 18, and indeed, a quick google search confirms that the age of consent in Maryland is 16.
So, first of all, 36 no longer holds any kind of novelty. And second of all, gross. Third, seriously, gross.
Like so many things in life, this is something that was conceptually brilliant over beers in my twenties, but has proven later in life to be just plain disgusting. See also: professional wrestling, luge shots, musicians in college towns.
