When I was a teen, I crushed on many, many older dudes. When I was 14, there was Rob, who worked at my local video store and was easily in his mid-20s; at 16, I had it bad for Tony, who was also in his mid-20s and wore Tevas (don’t judge!); and at 18, Jesse, who was six years older, but had known me since my boobs were just mosquito bites. I imagined that all of them would see past the age difference and fall madly in love with me too, but I didn’t really have a prayer of it actually happening. Maybe I should have been a little more ambitious — and had a little more faith — like Jessica Rosen, who, after 18 years, married her childhood crush, the cute doorman who began working at her Upper East Side apartment building when she was just 12 years old. The New York Times profiled the couple’s wedding this weekend. More romance, after the jump… Keep reading »
