I had just gone through a series of un-inspirational ; 'dates' through the Match.com engine. I was getting to the point that I wasn't sure if it was me (oh, yes I am still married and I do realize that married means that you do not date). These are extenuating circumstance, hence that's the rationalization and I'm sticking with it.
It appears that there is an informal etiquette to the match crowd...there is a balance of on line interplay...discover: "you're cute"...I "wink" at you..you "wink back" and then we start to talk. Talking can take on many dimensions, some like to hear your voice. I understand that it is telling of your age, enthusiasm and overall diction; others tell me that they prefer to write- -gives them the illusion of distance and control --familiar, but not too.
Then as with any human interaction, it either escalates or fizzles. The fizzlers are hard to detect - I take this all with a grain of salt and consider that this is not an act of desperation, but one of casting. We're all looking and when you think you find it, pursue it. At the delicate age of 53, I am surprised how many men want to take the initiative. They want to be the hunters - allow them..it is fair, however - -if you discover them checking you out, you may do so in turn. Do not appear to anxious, it can be detected as quickly online as it is in person....It's like buying a car, be prepared to walk away even if you really want it.
So --after a string of dinner dates with very nice but boring gentleman, I thought - -this is it...I'm not doing this anymore. The icing was when asked if I wanted a creme brulle...it was code for "give me a b.j."...and that did it. I came home that evening and made a deal with myself that this was starting to get just a tad creepy and I should disconnect. I decided that Sunday, June 14th was going to be the day...plus, my ego is getting huge on this and I had had over 2000+ "viewers to my profile"...I'm actually starting to think that I am the queen of the Internet.
Then - "HE" shows up...the perfect man: George E
A profile of a gorgeous man and a portrait to match - -I'm going through his likes and passions and I'm practically comatose on the floor. This is my guy -- he was designed for me ! Several things don't align- he lives in Colorado and just why is a man of this calibre on the Internet looking for love (what the hell am I doing there?)...I take the plunge and write...apologize for being too bold, ruminate on my misfortune "dates" and tell him he looks interesting. This man's eyes are passionate and dark...he's wearing a white dress shirt and has grey hair...he is MY guy.
He writes back - -oh, and he's literate. He writes in complete sentences, despises NASCAR, does not ride a Harley and loves books. He is a consultant and author - we start to write. We write frequently and deeply, we start in e-mail, proceed to IM and move out of the Match crowd to a more personal environment. He is divorced, grown sons and was looking at options in my area due to issues with his business. I don't seem to care. He's smart, witting and magnetic - -yes, imagine that magnetic online. It is possible, the imagination is an incredible state. He pulls me closer and shares his thoughts - he loves Fitzgerald, Rand and baseball. I am smitten. There are no warning signs. All appears wonderful.
We talk on the phone occasionally, but it's as if we are meant for online only. It's a safe place, it's our place and it is very comfortable. Distance does not seem to matter, there is a closeness that I haven't experienced in quite a while. It's a mild flirtation that start a wonderful spark of interest.
We plan to meet, this is easy enough - I've got people that report to me in this area - I can visit no problem. He asks me on a date and we decide that we need to meet - the verbal chemistry is intense. I fantasize about the actual meeting - -and decide to just live in the moment.
I go to work - come back to hotel, freshen up...OK - -it was a total overhaul: hair, make up, there is not one stray hair on my body - -I am smooth. I'll wear this black Calvin Klein knock-off, thigh high black hose (courtesy of Jeff) and these stunning charcoal Donald Pliner pumps (bit of a metallic sheen, that only a woman can fully appreciate) - -simple jewelry: single pearl lariat necklace and pearl drops (real...). I do have to admit, I look good and I feel good - just a tad giddy and go to the lobby to meet HIM...I was in the lobby for the longest 5 minutes of my life when he comes in...and he is everything I thought and more. Furthermore the expression on his face when he saw me is one of those rare remembrances that you want for a lifetime memory. He was legitimately delighted to meet me. I could tell that I exceeded expectation. I was pleased.
He took my hand, kissed my cheek and just gushed over me in a very appropriate, affectionate manner. Yes, he's my guy...this is what I have been waiting for - -forever.
He takes me to a pleasant up-scale restaurant, wine, artichokes and he has a scotch. We can't keep our eyes off each other. He touches me gently, I slightly gasp - we know we have chemistry - -leaving he caters to me. We sit on a bench outside and just out of sight of the restaurant and kiss gently as a sensual breath mint. The trip to the car got a little more intense and when we arrived back to the hotel, there was no discussion. We both knew he was coming upstairs. He did ask my permission, and I did acquiesce. I do believe my response was, "I insist"...
This man has the kiss of a god. His lips are soft, backed by passion and a gentility that belies his masculinity. He is strong, takes control and kisses me with a passion I have never (repeat never) experienced. I can feel myself respond and melt all at the same time. It is heavenly. All I want to do is make love to him. I feel that all our correspondence prior to this has been foreplay. Yes - -he is the lover he appears to be and he is well-endowed and does know how to please a woman. It was a fantasy, pure confection - sweet and salty; plain delicious. I adored his gaze, his taste and his touch. He just felt good...the added plus is our parts fit well too. Our parts fit as if we were designed for each other. Never, never, never - -had I had an orgasm of that magnitude. It was reaction that my body had that made him desire me more. My body convulsed with pleasure, quakes of contractions and a rush of pure escasty that made me want more..I needed to pause and catch my breadth. This was salacious...and I definitely liked it.
This evening was a beautiful romantic interlude, there was nothing sordid about it. We were definitely both highly attracted to each other, expressed our desire and reveled in the afterglow. I do believe I was glowing for several days afterwards...or maybe it was just the mountain air.
In my spreadsheet of dates, this was the best one of a lifetime. This was an evening that you read about, you never experience. It was a slice of erotic wrapped in desire and served up with panache.
I adored him this night. I could image myself with him forever....
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