I used to think that I had the worst luck with dating.

Actually, I still think that. Put 49 well adjusted highly successful men in one room with one highly successful working addict with mental problems, and 99% of the time I'll automatically pick the addict as the hottest in the room. It's my gift, I find dysfunctional men. This also makes me a brilliant recruiter because I can just tell but I digress.

My friend Rachel Chang? Totally beats me.

Everyone has dated someone older before. It's one of those things that make us all human, and tie us all together. That and pornography. Generally, you realize that dating a forty-year old when you're twenty just isn't going to work and you part ways. (There are notable exceptions, shut your hole).

Unless you're Rachel Chang.

If you're Rachel, you go about your daily life, buy a house, and meet your neighbors, only to discover that your new next door neighbor is the forty-year old you probably shouldn't have dated in the first place.

So what does she do? Calls me for support. You'd assume she'd know better by now.

Since I couldn't give her any advice through the hysterical laughter last night, I'll do it here.

There are two obvious ways to deal with this.

You either have to set fire to his house, or move.

Good luck.


Anyway, here's my link for the day, from the Foggy Monocle. I ADORE that website, but this is my favorite entry ever.

Poke around the rest of the site, it's great.