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Gary Pollard finished his dinner at the posh steakhouse he had entered over an hour ago. He signaled the waiter and gave him his credit card to pay his check. He glanced at his drivers' license to check the renewal date and saw his birth date. 'Damn' he thought, 'I can't be that old and still have all these young thoughts and desires.' His mind retraced his activities of the last few years when he had been fortunate enough to date, and bed, several younger women. With the help of Viagra, or similar drugs, he had performed adequately and had happy memories of those encounters. But he also knew that none of those encounters would ever become permanent relationships because of the age difference.
He was now seventy and had been involuntarily celibate, except for his right hand, for nearly two years. His last romantic involvement was with a married woman of forty two. When he found out she was married he also helped her realize that the path she had chosen, dating him, would only lead to more problems. At his urging, she had made a genuine effort to rekindle her marriage with her husband and it had worked out well. But that was the last time he had been with a woman and she was thirty one years younger than he. People were confused about his age because his hair was still a brown shade with some sparse gray blended in at his temples. Most women thought he was in his fifties, or early sixties. Most of them were a little put off when he told them his true age. 'Maybe I should start lying about my age," he thought.
He decided to stop in the bar and have a Drambuie to top off his dinner. Gary ordered his drink and sipped it slowly while he watched the football game on TV. He noticed a woman that had come in the bar. She sat a few barstools away and sipped her red wine. She smiled and asked the game score. Gary realized that she asked that question to open a dialog because the score had been flashed on the TV screen. She appeared to be in her late forties, but he really couldn't tell because of the dim lighting. Her hair was a dark blonde shade, shoulder length and neatly styled. She seemed of average size, dressed well with a nicely shaped body. Her breasts were just right for her body size, a C cup he judged, and seemed to sway provocatively when she moved her upper body. Gary watched as she finished her wine and placed the glass on the bar.
"Would you care for another?" Gary asked. She hesitated for a moment then smiled.
"Yes, that would be very nice, kind sir," she replied. The bar tender served the wine and she held up her glass in a salute to Gary. He raised his Drambuie in recognition of her gesture and they both sipped their drinks. "Are you alone?" she asked. Gary nodded yes and she smiled again, "Come sit here," she said, patting the barstool next to her. Gary grinned and moved to the barstool next to her, bringing his drink with him. He introduced himself and sat down. The slight scent of her perfume wafted pleasantly to his nostrils. "Hello, Gary. I'm Laura...Laura McQueen. Pleased to meet you," she said with a smile and very pleasant voice.
Gary returned her smile as Laura turned to glance at the game on TV. "I gather you like football." Gary said to her.
"Oh yes, it's my favorite sport. My father was a high school coach in both football and baseball," she told him. They talked about the things they liked and seemed to hit it off very well. She liked the same things Gary liked in music, art, recreation and other fun things to do, including staying home with a good book occasionally. He ordered his second Drambuie and offered another glass of wine for Laura, but she declined. Laura's clothes were fashionable and upscale. It was obvious that she knew how dress to really look good and she seemed very meticulous about her accessories.
Her makeup was subtle, but suited her just right. In all, Laura was indeed a very good looking woman. They talked about their lives and that both had been widowed in the last few years. Laura lived alone and her only child, a married daughter, lived on the west coast with her husband and their son. She worked as a realtor, owned the company and also its best salesperson. During their conversation Laura told him that she was sixty four years old. Gary remarked that, without a doubt, she was the youngest looking sixty four year old lady that he had ever seen. Laura grinned as she thanked him for the compliment.
Gary glanced at the clock behind the bar and it read ten o'clock. They had been talking for over two hours and had lost track of time. Laura said that she had to get home because her daughter was going to call her at eleven. She asked the bartender to call a taxi for her, but Gary interceded and offered to drive her home as it was on his way. Laura hesitated for a moment, but the bartender told Laura that he knew Gary for several years and that she would be fine if Gary drove her home. She thought it over for a few seconds then smiled and agreed. Gary held her hand as she got off the barstool and they headed to the parking lot to Gary's car.
