For this post I have changed names to protect the guilty namely me. My venture into Puma-hood has been long started. Let’s consider CB he was a high school senior and I was a college sophomore. Then BK was 21 to my 25 and then BN 21 to my 30. I have always liked and attracted to SOME younger men, but recently things have really exploded.
At 32 I had a hysterectomy for cervical cancer. Sitting at my mom’s house early September recovering from my “ordeal.” I spent my days swinging on my hammock watching my her shirtless lawn boy, who I was sure, was a 19 year-old college sophomore (yea that’s still young, but legal.) Imagine how surprised I was when I found out he was 16 and a sophomore in HIGH SCHOOL. That sent me in the house for the rest of my recovery but it was too late a “predator” was born.
So fast forward 4 years, I’m now 36 and looking for real true love, with an appropriate man. So last Sunday I was shopping in my local neighborhood Wal-mart where I run into “JB.” Who could be a friend’s son, nephew, brother….I’m not going to mention how I met him previously, but I am friendly with this 20 year-old boy. After 20 minutes of me being flirty and him being naughty. He asks me to go to a BBQ with him that night. I said that would be great and he should call me later with the details, so he then informed me that he no longer had my number and me being me and feeling super flirty I said “J, how many times am I gonna have to give you my number for you to keep it and use it.” He had the grace to start blushing when I programmed my number into his phone. He said I’ll call you, I replied I’d like that but was thinking ‘ya right.’ We said our goodbyes and I finished my shopping. About 3 hours later my phone rings, it’s “J” and wants me to know that the BBQ starts in roughly 2 hours and if I still lived in the same place, and that he’ll be by to pick me up in an hour.
An hour later he picks me up and he looks GOOD like… cake, and he smells GOOD like… spicy manly cake and from my apartment to his truck I have a hard time remembering that I am old enough to be his mother. As we are driving to party unknown he mentions stopping at a liquor store and my heart breaks. So that’s why he wants to take out the “old lady.” He must have sensed my mood swing or noticed the change in my body language. “Oh not like that, my friends and I have it covered, I just thought you might want something special.” I said I had it covered flashed him my flask and we continued on.
Come to find out the party was at the house he shares with 2 roommates, and these kids could throw a party…the grill was smoking, the keg was cold and tapped, the house was cleaned and there was more than one chilled box of wine in the fridge. The parties we threw in our 20ies sucked, there was a warm keg and some stale chips and we were happy with that.
Through the evening we ate and mingled all the while sending each other heated looks and stolen caresses. The whole time my mind was screaming NO NO NO, while my body was yelling YES YES YES! He was the perfect date, when my glass was empty he filled, when I was cold he gave me his coat, he made sure to introduce me to everyone as his date, which had my mind taking the stance of “he’s a child” while my body is convinced “Nope, he’s all man.” So it’s no wonder that with my warring emotions, the free-flowing cheap wine plus some pulls from my flask that I had gotten tipsy. Now “J” discovers this when he finds me in his room sprawled across his bed smelling his pillow while have a whole conversation including fits of giggling with myself. He was a complete and total gentleman and said “I better get you home to sleep this off.” So he pours me into the truck and drives me home.
By this time I am openly looking at him like he is cake, and he is telling me how he had the most beautiful/sexy/mysterious date and how all of his friends were so jealous, when he showed up with me, a real woman. I realize that I was purring not only from what he was saying but because he was “petting” my leg. We pull into my parking space and my mind starts giving herself high fives, cause she thinks she has won and kept our morals intact (ha!) My body on the other hand is humming with anticipation because she knows that this battle was lost from the first “Hey” in the frozen food section of Wal-mart. So I am sitting there trying to undo my seat belt when my shy, gentle and respectful date launches himself at me like a little Puma he! he! he! Not quite the “Mrs. Robinson” seduction scene. It’s not exactly smooth or adult but here we are making out. Remember making out when you are in your teens and early 20ies, when it was hot, awkward, messy, passionate and just plain great. Well that’s how it was!!! There were mouths, limbs lips and tongues everywhere. I don’t know how we managed to get in my apartment but we did. Where he keeps commenting on the assets of older woman and I realize that the lack of heat wasn’t me, I just needed a younger man. This wrestling match/love fest continued in my bedroom for hours before it ends not to it’s “natural fruition,” but damn close and both parties were more than happy with their endings.
After a time I extricate myself from the pile of limbs clean myself up, get dressed and take Gig out for a potty. At this point my more seasoned partners are getting dressed and coming up with excuses on why they need to go home. Even guys that you are dating semi-seriously don’t spend the night in your 30ies, it’s like you both spend a good portion of your evening coming up with reasons to sleep in your own bed, than actually enjoying sleeping next to someone who actually cares about you. So imagine my surprise when I come back in and he’s not getting dressed, but he’s getting back into bed ready to go to sleep. Huh? “So, you’re going to spend the night?” I asking cause I have no clue on what’s going on and what to do next, this is way outside the realm of 30-year-old dating. Hearing the hesitation in my voice he asked “Yea, is that alright?” After I climb into bed, I give him a sweet kiss good night, roll over on my side and as he pulls me in closer to wrap himself around me I finally answer “yea.”