As you served around the bar, you noticed this really good looking guy at the bar and — well, shot your shot.

You walked up to him

You talk, exchange names and you asked his age..

He laughed.

"Old enough to be your father, sweetheart." He smirked, sipping his whiskey.

"How old?" You grinned.

"Forty-two." His smirked grew even wider. He chugged down his drink.

"I'm too old for you, kid." He grinned before leaving.

But you didn't care. You liked older guys anyway.