I met my husband 8+ years ago while playing blackjack at a local bar (oh no). The funny thing is that neither of us hardly drink. I was out with friends, and he liked to play pool. Well, we started talking, but I knew he was several years younger than me, so I just felt kind of flattered but didn't think much of it. I rejoined my friends at another table, but he found me and bought me a single red rose. We exchanged phone numbers, but I didn't intend to see him again. He was very persistent, and although I made all kinds of excuses as to why I couldn't go out (I don't even remember what they were), I finally agreed on a second date, and then a third, and from there on out we were together EVERY day. Two months later, we were engaged, and 4 months after that we were married. He is the sweetest man I have ever met and my soul mate. I would be lost without him. I mainly shared this to let anyone reading this know that they shouldn't let an age difference get in the way. Your true love may not fit the "perfect image" you think you're looking for.
