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My experience, thus far in my life, says no. Would I find things about her that fascinate me? Would she cook me a meal, come over to my house, and leave me with leftovers? (like a tame Penthouse Forum post) She is thin, beautiful, and I would assume, somewhat spiritual, being a yoga instructor and all.

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The yoga girl next door represents a college-age fantasy.

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She even told me, after a lengthy discussion about my previous relationship history, that she wanted to learn how to give me the best blow job ever. She has told me from the beginning how delicious she thinks I am. So I have a woman who craves sex and time with me.

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She is completely crazy about me.Īm I out of my element? Am I looking for some erotic ideal that is more about masturbatory fantasy and trophy wives that parade around the nearby HEB in their yoga pants? (Don’t they have to work? Um… No, they don’t.) She is a bit older than any of my previous relationships. Her beautiful blue eyes and easy laugh are wonderful, but for some animal reason, I would not pick her out at a party as someone I wanted to get to know. I did not have the euphoria associated with passion. As we continue and she confirms repeatedly how much I fit her picture of a prime fit, I am not sure. Two months later… Well, I’ve driven the Mini quite a bit.Īm I looking for some erotic ideal that is more about masturbatory fantasy and trophy wives that parade around the nearby HEB in their yoga pants.īut there is something that I am not feeling, that I think I should. Three days later, we were kissing on my couch as a prelude to the trip upstairs, where she said as she was unbuttoning my pants, “You don’t know how long it’s been!” OR… Did she see something in me that was solid and cute and funny, regardless of how I was feeling? I had not kissed any of my “dates.” You tell me…Īnd as I walked the long distance back to my car after the kiss, I was erect as a bar of iron, and wondering how - in my fkd up state - someone else could be attracted to me. And she was prone to “trying out the kiss” in the parking lot, even on the first date. We still joke about who kissed who, but she HAD been dating a lot. And in the parking lot, as I walked her to her new convertible Mini, she held up before opening the car and half-kissed me. She was telling me I was “much more attractive” than my profile over our first drink together. If warning bells are going off it’s only because she is into ME too much. In fact, I was flat out deluded about how far fked up I was.Įnter attractive 54 year-old woman on OKC that says, “Hey, why didn’t you respond to my last email?” And from the depths of my aloneness, I wasn’t in any mood to be imagining or looking for companionship. (Tried Match and eHarmony.) But I haven’t been working it. I have two kids and a schedule that imposes some initial absence regardless of how fast I want to go in terms of hanging out together. And dating as an adult who’s about to cross into my 50’s, I have to say, things are very different than when I was last on the market. In fact, I would say I’m a newbie in the department of dating. The second one had the prettiest smile you have ever seen, but she lived 80 miles away. The first one was the woman who slept with pit bulls. The other two were both in the neighborhood of one week, and that’s not a relationship, that’s a fly-by. This is the first “relationship” I’ve been in since my divorce. As I walked the long distance back to my car after the kiss, I was erect as a bar of iron, and wondering how - in my fkd up state - someone else could be attracted to me.















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