There exists an Internet entity called the Internet Relay Chat or IRC. The IRC took over where the older services, CompuServe first and then AOL left off. I became slightly addicted to "chat" back in 1988 on CompuServe. Those chat services were not free as IRC was and after about 5 years of it I called it a day. Then in the late 90s I discovered IRC and my addiction returned.
I had become a member of one of the over 40 chat rooms for singles. Having become divorced in 1988 I was still looking for Ms. Right and not having a lot of luck. CompuServe and IRC seem to attract some of the neediest people in the world. And while I admit to have enjoyed chatting with a lot of them, getting to know a few I found rather early on that relationships which such people were doomed from the start. These people need care takers and I'm just not that. Actually, I'm just the opposite. My idea of the perfect woman is one who can live on her own but would prefer otherwise and is both internally and externally strong. I also prefer well educated women although I've never made it a must.
Not so long ago while flirting on the over 40 chat room I came across a woman who called herself "LadyR." She was chatty and funny and of course attracted a lot of male attention. I lay back for a while, watched, listened, tossed out the occasional quip and in general bided my time. That's just how I like to do things. Then one evening feeling particularly spry I started tossing out some of my "dumb humor" jokes and LadyR responded very positively in my direction.
I found out through a private chat that she was 34, separated, had three kids and worked as a medical tech at a local hospital. I'm always very happy to meet local people being one who spurns long distance relationships. I've had them and while they can be a lot of fun they are also very taxing. We swapped pictures and I really liked what I saw over and above liking everything she had said. Her name is Ronda. She is a strawberry blond carrying a few extra pounds, that goes with having kids, a great smile, great eyes and large breasts.
We set a date to meet. Her ex- had the kids for the coming weekend so we decided to meet Friday evening at restaurant called Charlie's. When Friday evening rolled around I was about ten minutes early and waiting in the restaurant entranceway. Ronda arrived wearing a billowy summer dress with a plunging neckline.
She came right up to me and said, "Hi! Peter?"
"Yes, Ronda?" Of course it was and I realized that as soon as the words left my lips and felt a little dumb immediately.
"It's so nice to finally meet you," she said. Ronda has a very disarming way of talking. It's sort of that easy California girl sort of thing which on the east coast is a delightful thing to find.
Dinner went by quickly and we went through all the usual pleasantries, where you grew up, who you married, kids, work, other dates and so forth. When dinner was over it being a late June evening I suggested we walk along the Charles River on the Cambridge side and Ronda readily agreed. Cambridge sits across the river from Boston so it was a very brief drive and I took her to a place that I think is particularly romantic. The river is lined with trees and park benches. You can sit on the benches and have a really great view of Boston across the Charles.
As we sat down I said, "This is a favorite spot of mine."
Before I could continue Ronda injected, "Oh, bring all your dates here do you?"
I was a wise crack of course but I realized the truth to it as well. I had taken many dates here. "Well," I answered hesitantly, "Yes and no. I mean, not all of them. Only those I think it would be romantic to sit with."
"Ah," she replied, "So you want to get romantic with me do you?"
Trapped by my own words! "Well," I started out looking for the right words, "yes." I finally said decided a little honesty couldn't hurt, or could it.
In a very soft voice she said, "Good. I'd like that." Well, I didn't need to be hit over the head to realize when a lady is showing interest. I leaned in and gently kissed her. Even more, this very attractive, very beautiful woman who was also 22 years my junior was showing interest. As I went for the gentle kiss Ronda responded by grabbing my lip with hers and the pressing her tongue into my mouth. I couldn't believe my good luck and enthusiastically returned her kiss. We must have kissed for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes. I felt like a high school kid all over again and it felt good. Neither of us noticed any of the people passing by in front of us. Neither of us cared.
Our kisses quickly went from exploratory to pure passion. In a bold move I first touched her breast with my hand and then when she didn't object I played with both of them. By this time I had become watchful of people passing by and would stop when someone came near.
Finally I said to her, "Do you want to leave and go somewhere more ummmm comfortable?"