I am a product of thinking patterns and values that were probably always wrong and early training to cherish women. Love and respect was without question the basis of male and female relationships. Until just a year ago, I struggled to find dates my own age or denied my age in an attempt to attract healthier, younger, more active females. Stupidly, I competed with the young broad shouldered, narrow waisted, handsome, deep voiced twenty and thirty year olds. If that is what the women wanted, I could not compete. I have poise, education, success, financial stability, humor, health, vitality and know how to please my lady. However, I am a young looking, retired, sixty-six.
I knew women always make the choice to have sex, but when I read "Why People have Sex" in 2007, foreign ideas began to gel for me. I was presenting myself all wrong. There were women out there, of all ages, who would find what I had to offer attractive. The mystique died completely in 2009 with the follow-up work "Why Women have Sex." By then, I could have written the book myself. I had learned to attract the women looking for strength, financial stability, respect, a gift, a cruise or security. Don't make the leap that I'm finding prostitutes. I don't have youth but I do have money. Read the book. Cindy Maston and David Buss found 237 reasons that women have sex - for revenge, saying thank you, stealing a man away from another female, getting the male to do things, keeping her relationship together, paying bills, duty and even to relieve pain. Sure the love, feel good and lust elements were high on the list but their works showed women traded or engaged in sex for dozens and dozens of reasons that were rare or non-existent in the male mind.
To test my newly defined playing field, in 2007, I asked a woman almost my age to go on a cruise with me and indicated that I would expect some intimacy. She said, "No," but her younger sister, called me. We have been on two very enjoyable cruises now. Even most of the professional "sex workers" I meet in the local strip club where I shoot pool, seem to appreciate the lack of drunken gamesmanship. Up front now, wherever I am, I accept that what I have to bargain with is different than what the testosterone driven, young and handsome studs, so proudly display.
Let me give you a short, actual example. It happed at the strip club. Please don't judge, just consider.
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"Megan told me to talk to you."
"She is a lovely dancer. I have known her for years, she has danced for me dozens of times and I always enjoy her wet luscious body. But why would she tell such a beautiful young woman who does not dance here, to come talk to such an old man?"
Her hands trembled and she could not keep her nervous eyes looking at me. She tried to speak twice but aborted her words both times.
"Is Megan a friend of yours?"
"She is a friend of my older sister. We've known each other for ten years."
"I bet you were a cheerleader or homecoming queen."
"Cheerleader. How did you know?"
"You are tiny, athletic, very pretty, your complexion is clear and your body just demands attention. What shall I call you tonight?"
She blushed at my sincere compliments and said, "Sherri."
Megan was nude twirling around the pole. My tiny companion looked away, embarrassed to see her nude. I took Sherri's hand, pulled her to the rack, sat her down and motioned to Megan. I put a ten in front of my new, uninitiated partner. Megan rubbed her breasts into her friend's face and almost touched her shaved cunt into Sherri's shocked, gaping mouth and jutting chin.
When the song ended, we walked back to our secluded, dark bar height table and stools. "Did you smell her wetness? I really enjoy the smell of Megan's pussy."
She did not answer. When she diverted her eyes again, I asked, "Sherri, if you do not answer my questions how will we learn about each other and talk? Did you like the scent of Megan's pussy?"
"Yes."
"You should tell her. She likes most women more than she likes most men."
Still she did not talk to me. I motioned to Megan as she finished her set.
"I cannot get this beauty to talk to me. It took me three tries to get her to admit that your pussy smell's good."
She had to rush to a table dance but she took the time to scold me, "Damn, Carl, you are scaring this poor woman to death. She needs some help and I told her you are about the only one who she should trust and talk to. She needs two hundred dollars tonight or she will be evicted in the morning. She has a kid and was with an asshole, who just left her high and dry."
"Sherri is all that true?"
"Yes, I feel really stupid. I wasn't working when Matt left. I'm busted and the bills are coming due."
"Why did Megan send you to me?"
"She said you are playful and gentle. She also told me, that you don't get drunk or abusive. That you are generous and don't demand sex."
"What did she tell you that you might have to do for me?"
"I might have to kiss you, talk to you, tease and let you touch me."
"I'm much older than you. What are you 22?"
"23."
