I met a gentleman a couple weeks ago while eating lunch at a restaurant downtown. I noticed he kept looking at me, smiling on occasion. He apparently noticed I was having a gin and tonic to drink. The waitress brought me over another one – paid for by the man probably 20 years older than me.
We had a nice, polite conversation and when we parted, I gave him my phone number.
The next evening, we had dinner in Mt. Adams where he lives. The conversation was bright and intelligent. After dinner, I went back to his place, but we didn’t have sex. We drank some wine and talked. It was refreshing – a change for me.
Last night, after getting together almost every night, we made love. It was wonderful – candles lit all over in his bedroom, satin sheets on the bed.
He knew all the right moves. He knew exactly where to touch me. We made love for hours.
Afterwards, we had some wine and kissed. I stayed the night.
Perhaps older men know how to treat a woman better. Maybe older men have learned from their past mistakes.
I don’t want to sound like LOL Girl, but older men aren’t little boys.