Sue was lonely. Thirty five and divorced she felt her life was a wreck. John said he still loved her but she'd had a skin full of his alcoholism and having to bail him out of his money problems. She discovered to her lament that was the worst thing ever she could have done to help his problem. He just kept drinking and there was no hope.
Finally she through in the towel although she still loved him but without the warmth of love she began to lose all hope for the future and her hopes to have children.
She turned to the social network and chatted with several guys who showed their interest but the one or two that said they would meet her never did.
She had a couple of good female pals but that wasn't like having a guy around. It wasn't like sharing a bed with a lovely vibrant guy that you adored and could not keep your hands off.
But that was a world lost because John was absolutely hopeless in be even although she tried everything to restore his interest in her as a woman, and not as a money source, her attempts were in vain.
It was like cuddling a sack of fruit in bed at night when, awaking, she remembered how once it was and imagined it could be like that again.
But there was no feeling there anymore; there was absolutely nothing to spur which was once a very happy and satisfying relationship.
She was fantasising about how it was and realised that when caressing him and touching him there, nothing happened and she knew then it was a hopeless situation.
She was still in her prime but was scared that when she reached forty, that would go as so many women incorrectly assumed
Love was number one but coming up close behind was her physical needs. She yearned for the both combined, which in her book, was the recipe for a perfect relationship.
One of her pals was experimenting in lesbianism and because of her need for sexual gratification she had almost consented to that. But she knew when would not be content unless she could have a guy once more. It had to be A guy who could really love her and manage her high voltage sexual desires.
Sue was a slim attractive woman and had the sort of figure which earned a second glance from nay a guy. She knew and felt their appreciative glances. It was almost as if she wanted to say to them; "why not do something about it then, and ask me out,"
But it is never as easy as that. The more she looked and tried to gain interest, the more they fluked - like many were scared of their own shadow.
No way did she intend to cheapen herself in making it obvious that she needed a guy, she had never done the running so far and had no intention of starting now. And if she tried the direct approach in chatting up any guy she fancied, she was advertising her sexuality in the wrong direction, the guys thinking they were on a promise and, although she was desperate, she did not want just a one night stand
She wanted something more concrete than that. A one night stand would satisfy her needs temporarily but it would be done as soon as it started. She wanted much more. Her sexual need was forever as that may be, so long as she still enjoyed it. She wanted guy she could love and hold and release her deepest inhibitions that had been tucked away for so very long since John lost it.
It is funny though, as soon as you stop looking something happens. Usually when quite unexpected and it did with Sue.
"Is this your purse, madam?"
It was the window cleaner, I thought, knocking for his money. I had noticed him outside and smiled at him through the lounge window.
I was amazed. It was my purse. I'd given up hope; there were money and plastic cards in it.
