Fetishes are easy. Sometimes we even find a new one by accident. But let’s instead talk about turn offs now.

I recently, and by mere accident, discovered I have a very hard limit. I’m not talking about a turn off. My instinctive reaction was so visceral I call it a cut off. I felt dirty. Came home and took a shower. And used the lye soap.

I stopped at my local supermarket for some items. As I was going through the ailes - it’s a Lidl, so not much to lock us in there - I noticed a group of three girls, doing their shopping spree. This is a relatively small area, so greeting another person is still considered common politeness and because I needed an item from where they were standing I approached the girls, asked to reach the shelf and thanked them as I dropped the item in my cart.

Nothing wrong here, right?

Now allow me a moment to talk about myself. I’m plain and average, on all metrics. I’d be gray in a picture. I don’t stand out. And I try my best to be like that. If I could have a supra human hability, I’d choose to be able to go unnoticed at will.

One of those girls locked eyes with me. It wasn’t a casual glance or the more focused, social setting, attentative eye contact. It was pure lust. And that irked me to a level I had never known until that moment.

There was a girl, in the prime of her life, at least 15 years younger than me, eyeing me. It felt wrong. It should not, ever, be for someone my age, like me, that reaction. I felt bad. I felt uneasy.

I slapped my best neutral face and went about with my life. But that stayed with me. It shows, does it not? I’m writing this down.

Age difference does not sit well with me. And the bigger the gap, the worst it gets.