He liked his naps, they rejuvenate, refresh. There is nothing better than a good power nap to reboot the system. Like most naps when he woke up there came the usual stretch, yawn and deep breath, in through the nose, out through pursed lips. Only this time smell from the previous night's passion was still carried on his mustache bringing with it a flood of fresh memories.
The past year has been pure unadulterated hell, due to a nasty divorce from his psychotic Ex; false allegations of abuse, the ex engaging in parental alienations with the kids coupled with the loss of his job and piss poor economy.
Being a professional white male and dealing with a gender biased court system is not fun and had him longing for the old days in the service when he could at least shoot back at those trying to kill him. In many ways he envied those who have lost a spouse to cancer, or other tragic means. To lose the love of your life to mental illness has to be the cruelest of all, there still alive and more than willing to use whatever means possible to make your life miserable. Like he always did, he picked himself up, dusted off and began anew. Dating in your 50's is whole lot different than in your youth, especially in rural New England. He was 6' 3" pretty good shape and could still bang out a mile in less than 6 minutes and can turn a head or two despite the grey hair.
Not being a player and living in a small town, attempting to pick up MILF's in the vegetable isle at the local market was not an option he cared to attempt. So on line dating it was and after many, many months of sifting through the trash, finally made a connection.
Lust often comes with first site, and Lorrie was no exception. Mid 50's she still had the looks that would make a young man say, "Yeah I'd like some of that". She carried herself with a grace and style that is rare to find. Her light flowery sun dress and lacy white top clung to her petite frame, all the right curves and exposing just the right amount of tanned skin above her pert breasts. The subsequent conversation over lunch left him with no doubt that he wanted to immerse himself in both her mind and body. In parting she grasped his hand, leaned back and pulled her sun glasses up reviling her steel blue eyes and a smile that shot straight through his heart and into my loins. Yes they would meet again.
Over the next couple dates they found they had a lot in common, music, activities and that they had both been badly burned in their respective divorces. Though unspoken, they seemed to reach and understanding to take things slow, no commitments and that the attraction we felt was to be kept casual.
