We spend a few weeks messaging back and forth trying to nail down a date. Eventually, we agree on dinner, in my neighborhood.

Sushi. Great, I can walk.

He is young, over 15 years my junior, and very endearing.

I show up and he is already there, sitting on his Harley, in his leather jacket. He is short. Shorter than me, not a lot, but enough.

He tells me I am hot and gorgeous as we go into the restaurant. We order some appetizers to eat for dinner and chat a bit. He does research on the brain for the most part and works at the hospital emergency psychiatric rotations the rest of the time. Basically though, he has spent the majority of his life in school. He is wicked smart but socially just starting out.

After dinner he takes me for a ride on his motorcycle. It’s a very nice Harley with a great back seat. I am in a skirt and this is interesting to straddle him in this outfit. Kind of hot.

What is it with me and motorcycles?

We ride up and around the hill to the amazing evening view of the city and then we head back down and he drops me off where I point out. I am not taking him home.

He was interesting to talk to but so earnest about being into older women and the things he said made it clear he was more into the idea that I was older than me specifically and that really bugged me.

He texted me later and asked me out again. I am still thinking about it. I need to message him back something.

[postscript] I message him back that I am busy and that his age difference really does bug me. So hopefully that is that.