She had a habit of looking. She had this instinct to stare at people when out in public. Usually this was okay because no one looked at a fat little old lady going about her business in town. So she took her time and looked people up and down. After that, her wandering eye became more like a thoughtful stare. She would just blank out and watch various people walk by her. Most of all she enjoyed looking at the young fit bodies parading by her. She was ashamed to do this but the guys seemed to like it. When wandering eyes met, an old lady and a cool young person would exchange a moment together through a smile.
Usually, no one ever looked back at her, though. Why should they? This was the advantage of being who she was. She was invisible. She was a wrinkly granny with hanging arms and giant breasts. She thought her face could still be cute when she smiled but mostly she felt like a hag. When she was out buying things, no one saw her. Once in a while, a pair of darting eyes did spot her but these rarely looked twice. She was just another uninteresting old witch to other people and she certainly felt like that. The hefty old granny was fat. She hated her hanging arms.
The idea of dating made her heart beat in anticipation and turned on her body like a battery. The shame was terrible but in time she changed. She started to lust after the idea of having a boyfriend all to herself. A special man did catch her eye. She loved looking at the attractive lean body showing off in front of her day after day. She had dreams about the young men and women that walked about in groups. They seemed so lost and confused, misled by their ignorance and longing for something to follow. At first she frightened them but soon she convinced one special guy by flirting with him in secret. He was curious enough to agree to go out a date of sorts with her even though she was elderly and over two decades older then he was. He was clearly humoring the lady. He did not even want his friends to know. In the dream, the meeting happened. When they were on this date, they entered some old dusty museum that seemed closed for some reason. Inside, they were alone. They got lost among oil paintings of luscious corpulent nudes and much younger men bathing together. They did not speak about it in the dreamworld. She led him through misty corridors and hills and into her own secret gardens and playgrounds.
In real life, they also met. But the story is not how it seems. On its surface, it was coincidence. The truth is they would have met anyway. She was at a gas station. He wanted to use the air hose and quickly jumped in to help her. She had been trying to figure out how to add air to her tires. Nonetheless, she was fumbling on the ground on all fours. Clearly, she needed help. As if by request, that is when he came out. He was an average sized man but muscular and attractive. His body was so slim and tight in contrast to her huge whale-sized butt. Making sure to stand a few paces away from him so as not to offend the gentleman, she could see that he had black eyes and a beautiful face. He was cleanly shaved and well groomed.
He introduced himself but she did not hear what he said. She looked deeply into his eyes like she did sometimes when the person was not looking back. She just could not help herself. He was so good looking. This guy who was almost young enough to be her grandson. Her loneliness and attraction however boiled over and she blinked and looked searchingly with complete openness and desire deeply into his eyes. She was sure it was the light but he did seem to look right back at her in the same lustful way holding her caressing gaze and studying her face.
Her head spun from all this. Even if she imagined the whole scene, she still felt sexy. Her old heart picked up in her chest. She could not believe she had just done that. She stammered and felt hot all of a sudden. This unthinkable desire to act and feel like some kind of corrupt cougar made her feel even more ridiculous. She tried to pull herself together. He had been speaking to her but she honestly did not hear what he said. His voice reminded her of a brook and she nodded and fumbled out an affirmative. He seemed gentle and sensitive to her emotional state and backed off a little, fumbling nervously through his pockets. All this took but a moment to transpire and in another moment he was next to her again.
He offered his help and addressed her as miss. She loved that! Being called miss is always a treat for an old woman. He seemed unaware of this as he kept drinking in her face with his continuous stare. She kept her eyes on the floor as they kept the conversation going as well as they could. They spoke about something of no consequence. He studied her awful face the whole time until her eyes turned back to him. Reluctantly, she returned her gaze to his face.
She was justified in overcoming her fear of meeting his twinkling dark eyes. Her act of looking up submissively at him like she did seemed to make him happy. He smiled and looked very happy that he got her attention back.
He was such a kind boy and excited about helping out an old lady. She could feel him poking over her crevices and wadis of her flanks but surprised herself when she turned the other cheek as if to offer him her true face as it reflected in the red evening sun. Completely unlike her, she intentionally turned around and showed off her enormous behind. It felt like they had been close friends and even more for a long time rather then strangers. He was really flirting with her as if she was someone else.
For that brief interaction, it seemed only she and the man existed. They floated together to fill her tire, got change and laughed about something which she could not remember. She was just looking at him and his perfect face. Everything was perfect as they talked and drank in each others' faces. It was over much too soon. Her tire being filled, the young man rode off. But it was so strange how neither could take their eyes off one another the whole time. What did he see on her face? She glanced at her mug in the car mirror but saw nothing odd.
But there was more. There was love in his eyes. His eyes were so full of vulnerability that without hesitation she attributed it to her own fantasy and would have forgotten about it. She had low self-esteem. She felt like she was fat and ugly and looked like a monster if she was to be honest with herself. She was the kind of woman that felt like she would need to kidnap a guy just to get at him. Now that she was as old as she was, she no longer held out hope for a miracle. She could not fool herself any longer even with this narrative.
She had one of those rough faces that one would expect to meet at a small bar on a dusty road somewhere. She had a face like a potato or so she had been told all her life by her family. She still loved them, nonetheless. They had taught her many things beside that were of far greater worth then thinking one's face had been beautiful once like a short blossoming flower.
She had participated in some local sports at some point. She even continued to stay active as an official elderly resident. But now that too was behind her. As she grew older, she became more wrinkled, overweight, and uglier then ever. Truly, she did not think it was possible to both, develop wrinkles and more fat at the same time.
Two days later she got a text message out of the blue. How did he get her number? Only a few people knew it! He even called but she dared not pick up. He even left a message for her. Not too long or too short a wait to ask her out, she thought feeling unreal about the whole thing. She needed to end this deviant behavior, now.
She forced herself to listen to the message. His voice sounded so distant and unsure. Oh god, it was about a date! Was he serious? This guy about thirty years her junior and half her weight was asking her out without a hint of irony in his voice. He did, however, mention a quiet restaurant, a discreet place away from the bustling streets. This was going to be an endeavor. She would have to get dressed up for this nice restaurant. She was going out with a really cute toyboy. She could not help but laugh at her foolishness.
She decided she would be very kind to him and listen to him and then try and talk him out of dating her somehow. She dialed him up. She was doing the right thing. They look like grandmother and grandson together. She tried to jolt him free of this crazy idea as gently as possible. What will people think? She did not know if she could stand the shame of being in public on a date with him. However, the idea did turn her on unexpectedly.
One evening, they were chatting face to face on their camera phones. When he realized she was shutting him out, the look on his face devastated her. He looked crushed like a sad clown. Madness, she shook her head. It was madness having a sudden romance with someone about thirty years younger then her. She just needs to meet him for a quick coffee near work so he could see she was most definitely not his type.
They did meet and it was nice, she had to admit to herself. The date, as he insisted on calling their coffee, was nothing at all what she expected. She asked him enough hard questions, she thought, like "Why don't you date girls your own age?" She really wanted to know. It turned out he was not as young as he looked though he was still terribly young in her opinion.
It was natural to be nervous around such a body. She avoided really looking at him until it was necessary. It was like he was completely nude in front of her. Her face turned red easily. It was her curse. She was ashamed of being such a dirty old girl that couldn't hold it together when trying to set the guy straight. He was so much fun, too, and he made her laugh so much.
Women of every age took a quick peek at her companion. She felt a tinge of false pride in her whole being when she noticed other women of all races casting various glances at the young man by her side. This was a new feeling to some extent. It can't be right, she thought. She had never had something this nice happen to her.
She had to keep this guy at a distance both physically and mentally, she warned herself. This can lead nowhere good, she promised herself and she knew this from every previous experiment she had in trusting someone. She was just too trusting and too kind.
But, she could not keep him from drawing her into playing duets on piano. Her seemed to have endless interests. She didn't believe a word of it but he did come through on any immediate challenges that surfaced. He turned out to be very intelligent. She was mortified at one point on their second meeting. This date was by accident. She realized at this point, while they talked at a noisy corner, that she missed him.
Maybe not him, she reassured herself, but his enthusiasm and his apparent respect and complete submission to her. Indeed, he seemed to feel no social awkwardness in any public situation with this fancy and overweight granny waddling alongside her strong and gorgeous cub. She shook the image from her head. He behaved as if it was the most normal thing of all. In his world, the romance of an ancient and powerful
witch and a much younger man was completely normal and the only normal relationship that could exist.
People looked at them funny, you can be sure. They got many different looks when they were out together. She could see people observing them and becoming more interested as they realized it was just the two of them.
They looked like a family that had a missing generation. But it was also clear they were flirting more then is normal for the old and young. Old people approached him from time to time to ask how they were related. But once day, she will never forget, some guy assumed they were partners and asked if he could take a picture of the two of them, kissing!
She was horrified thinking about their two bodies next to each other. Her unsightly hips and his perfect small waist could not be more different, was her first thought. But the stranger was nice and they must have agreed. Her friend held her in his strong arms and looked toward the camera. That was then he placed his lips on her lips and the world changed right then and there for both of them.
