Dating someone 20 years younger than you
In Cairo, I resurrected the bold, adventurous woman I'd been two decades earlier, before I'd yielded to the pressures and should-dos of grown-up life.
I'd met my former husband in the then-Soviet Moscow, where I'd moved from Paris in search of a job in journalism. In Cairo — I was working on a book about Egypt, so moving there seemed the logical choice — I found strange comfort in the upheaval.
She liked my husband, she explained, but he and my married life never quite fit with the person she'd known me to be. I think the convention-busting girl I was in my premarital 20s may have had it right.
Risk is relative and personal, and sometimes, the socially mandated choices are the most hazardous of all.
Living this period of his life with him gives me the sensation of reliving mine.
Only this time around, I'm a better version of myself.
Then I remind myself that if it were he who was 20 years older, neither I nor anyone else would think twice, and I realize that I'm falling prey to the same sexism I bemoan.
Twenty years and two kids later, we were still in New York, settled as firmly as if our feet had been cemented there. The pain was still there, but dealing with the trials of daily life in Egypt as a single woman was empowering.He was a Tunisian journalist coming to Cairo to start a new job, and he wanted my advice about neighborhoods and rents. A few days after he arrived, he asked if I'd like to get together. In the meantime, I checked out his Facebook profile and realized that he was much younger than me.