An attrac­tive woman got on my ele­va­tor yes­ter­day, which sur­prised me, con­sid­er­ing the num­ber of stu­dents on my floor, let alone my build­ing. I’m not sure what she was doing there, wear­ing her nice gray suit and check­ing her mail. I real­ize that I’m becom­ing more and more attract­ed to much old­er women, while becom­ing less and less attract­ed to girls my age, or even girls 10 years with­in my age. They all seem to be so…child­ish. It’s some­thing that’s almost repul­sive to me.

Childishness seems to be so super­fi­cial to me. And yet it’s some­thing that’s so hard to define. I sup­pose that it’s child­ish think­ing that real­ly gets to me. Even if one acts as a child, one can still be defined as an adult through a mature mind­set. After all, a man who cre­ates research mod­els with Lego should be seen as an adult with ideas, not some­one with a child­ish hob­by.

It’s these old­er women who seem to have a wis­dom that I admire. Perhaps it’s their mind­set, which I feel like I can relate to late­ly. Perhaps I just don’t real­ly know enough about them to find their faults and their weak­ness­es.

Or per­haps I’m just grow­ing up.