lust
By GABI CONTI
My boyfriend and all
his friends made me think he was
10 years younger than he is
for an e ntire year
I guess that’s why all his pics from his 20s were printed out.
t was his driv-
er’s license
that gave
Robert*
away. He’d
jus t t o l d m e t o p i c k o u t
a movie on his iPad,
with a casual “pass-
c o d e is my b ir t h d a y ”
from the other room. I
knew his birth month,
o f c, b u t did n’t wa n t t o
admit I’d blanked on
the exact date, so I
reached into his wal-
let. And then there I
stood, staring, mouth
wide fucking open. I
got out my phone’s
calculator to check
the math I fooled
myself into believing
was my error. But
nope: He was fully
FORTY-FIVE years
old—not already-
pushing-our-age-gap
35, as he’d said.
When the two of
us first locked eyes
at a rooftop bar, I
could tell Robert was
slightly older (regular
20somethings don’t
wear watches that
c o s t m o re t h a n my
rent), but I also didn’t
notice any deep wrin-
k l e s t h a t l o o ke d like
my dad’s. And hey, at
23, I was all too eager
to meet someone who
didn’t consider Chi-
potle a date-night
spot. So I accepted
his invitation to take
me out for bucatini.
Robert impressed
me with his knowl-
edge of fine wines
and classic cinema,
and I leaned into his
kiss at the end of the
night, even after he
shared that he was 12
years older than I am.
How lucky I thought I
was to have found this
L.A. producer who
seemed genuine (lol).
*Name has been changed to protect a despicably fragile ego.
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86 Cosmopolitan May 2020