Now that I’m 31 and he’s 27, it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but still, he’s a child of the ’80s!
—Dimple Chaudhary, the bride in my most recent Vows in the NYTimes. Parts of the story overlap with some of the themes here on Obsolete, I think. They met on a blind date.
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He said he was 23 — three years her junior. “In New York there’s this idea of prolonged youth,” she said, noting that most men of that age “want to date lots of girls, and I felt I wanted to build something with someone.”
They arranged to meet at a Prospect Heights dive bar of her choosing. He knew it was her when she walked in, partly because “she was gorgeous — a sight to behold,” he said, and partly because he’d looked her up online.She had yet to type his name into any search box. “Didn’t dawn on me,” Ms. Chaudhary said. “That shows our age difference.”
She experienced something increasingly rare: the thrill of sizing up a good-looking blind date without the shield of a computer screen. “He was nursing a beer and I thought he looked a bit nervous,” she said. “I thought that was sweet, because I was nervous, too.”
(You can read the rest here).
