My oldest daughter who's twenty-one moved back into my home temporarily six months ago. During this time she started dating a guy who's now nineteen and going to college. He lives on campus all week but is close enough to spend the weekends here with her. Since she is sharing a bedroom with her toddler sister I don't allow her boyfriend to sleep upstairs with her, not that I'm worried about them having sex because my daughter wants to wait until she's married, but because I don't want them bothering her sister while she's sleeping. During the warmer weather I insisted he sleep on our front porch on one of the two benches out there since I didn't trust him to stay downstairs. My daughter slept out there with him most of the time. Now that the weather is colder and I've gotten to know him better, plus the fact they recently became engaged, I started letting him sleep in the livingroom. I've gotten comfortable enough with him to joke around with him, sometimes the teasing turns sexual, but always with a limit. I just make sure that he never knows if I might be serious or not, Just to keep him guessing.
I deliver a daily newspaper and get up at four in the morning to get them done on time. With turning on the light and the noise of getting the papers ready, I don't understand how he can get any quality sleep. Some mornings my papers are dropped off late and I'm stuck sitting down there waiting for them. It's a bit uncomfortable sitting there with her fiance sleeping on the chair.
At the moment I'm in my late forties and I don't have a steady man in my life and the feeling of loneliness hits me quite often. Sex is only occasionally and not with anyone more than once. Recently I noticed during the time I'm sitting, waiting for my papers, I glance at my daughter's fiance and fantasize about being with him. The fantasies really get to me sometimes. I know I wouldn't do anything in real life with him, at least I didn't think I would.