This is excellent, btw, and I am interested to be able to prove mathematically, and far too late to be of any use, that it was creepy of the spouse-man to date me when the whole rigmarole began:
So, he was 35, and therefore eligible (35/2 + 7= 24.5) to date a person of 24.5.
Oops. I was only 21.
What should I do?
I know. I will post a creepy Facebook profile pic. Wait. I already did. Wheeew!
Out of curiosity, we will solve for x, just to see when we should have started dating (x being my age):
(x + 14)/2 + 7 = x (shiznit...I forgot how to do algebra...ok...wait...)
(x + 14)/2 + 14/2 = x
x + 28/2 = x
(&%$^#^...and some non-algebraic cheating....ok, I got it, I got it...no, seriously...I got it...)
x=28. yep. And again, oops. That's how old I was when daughter #3 was born. Serious creepage went down, but I
think the statute of limitations has expired.
I was a sweet innocent until she got her hooks in me let me tell ya. I was the only one out of all the boys who dated the girls in her family who didn't get taken to the basement for a "talk." I also was the only one who formally asked if I could take his daughter on a date, my mother didn't raise no fool, plus she told me I had to ask. I also asked his permission for her hand in marriage. Our priest thought that was so humorous he shared it with the whole parish, several times. But that was a few years after we were twelve. She's still just as cute though.
