[15 years ago]
Just a couple of seniors in high school talking. That's how the idea got planted in my head.
"Hey, Tim. What porn star would you bang if you had a chance?"
I paused to consider the question.
"Lisa Mynx."
"You know she's already 30 years old, right?"
"So what? She's still hot as hell. Who would you bang?"
"That teen sensation, Jamie Spark."
"Ah, teens don't know how to screw. Lisa knows a lot of tricks that would make it very pleasurable."
"Her bio says she's married."
"Since she's doing porn, obviously her husband don't care if she bangs other guys. And you did ask who I wanted to bang, not who I wanted to have a long-term relationship with."
"You are technically correct - the best kind of correct. Well, I gotta breeze. Catch you tomorrow."
[Present day]
I wouldn't say I spent every moment daydreaming about meeting (and banging) Lisa Mynx from that point on. But the thought did surface frequently in my head.
Time dragged on. I finished high school, finished college, got a job, had the occasional girlfriend. Now I myself was in my 30's. And my job was requiring me to move to a small town that was an exurb of an exurb of a big West Coast city. Well, nothing for it: I was between girlfriends, so there was nothing tying me to my current location.
I packed up and hired movers, and a week later, I was installed in my new lodgings. The apartment wasn't large, but it suited my needs.
I decided that on the first weekend I had, I would explore the town a bit. I ended up going for a walk in the city park and sitting on a bench. There wasn't a whole lot happening: the town was the definition of "quiet."
A woman who looked to be in her late 40's walked over to me and sat on the bench. "Howdy, new kid."
I stuck out my hand. "Tim Rogers."
She shook it. "Lainie Martin. What brings you to our little neck of the woods?"
"Work. I got transferred over this way."
"I'm retired. I made a good living and had the better lawyer when my ex-husband hit his mid-life crisis and decided he wanted a divorce. He was porking his half-his-age secretary and decided to set up house with the little tart. I don't hold a grudge - I got even right away when the judge made him hand over a large slug of money from his savings. He ran a highly successful business, presumably he still does. We don't talk - no reason to, no kids together or anything."
Lainie seemed nice. I decided I wanted to get to know her better. And not because she was wealthy: I made a very comfortable living myself, so I didn't need to find a sugar mama to support me.
"I've never been married. I've had the occasional girlfriend, but nothing ever seemed to work long-term. Guess I just never found the right one."
"Young women can be hard to deal with. It's easier to deal with older women: they don't play games."
Did that mean there was a spark of interest from Lainie, as well?
"Are you implying that you'd like me to ask you out on a date?"
"Not at all. I'm explicitly asking you out on one. Would you like to meet me at Jake's Cafe at 1 p.m. tomorrow for lunch?"
"Lainie, I'd love to."
I made sure I was freshly showered and wearing clean, casual clothes the next day, easily found Jake's Cafe, and was there 5 minutes early.
Lainie showed up 3 minutes later. "Hi, Tim. Glad you could make it."
"I'd like to spend time with you. Of course I was going to make it."
"You're young enough that what you really mean is that you want to spend time IN me. I'll let you do so eventually if you show yourself to be a good person."
I blushed. Lainie was quite attractive. Not "attractive for her age", attractive. Period. Trim, toned, decent chest, pretty face, salt-and-pepper hair (emphasis on the pepper), and a 500-watt smile.
"No, I definitely meant with you."
She teasingly punched me in the arm. "Your lying skills need a lot of work, Tim. I caught you eying me in the park yesterday while we were talking. But it's all right. I know I'm still very sexy, even if my ex was won over by the blonde bimbo doubling as his secretary."
She said it without a trace of venom. I was surprised how little she cared. I guessed that getting all that money from him in divorce court made the sting a lot less.
"What do you want to order?" I pulled out my wallet as I tried to divert the conversation.
She lightly slapped my hand downwards. "Put that thing away. I'll pay for my own lunch."
We purchased our sandwiches and drinks, and after we sat down and spent a couple of minutes filling our stomachs, I asked Lainie about her previous work experience.
"I was a programmer and systems designer for 10 years before the divorce. It only happened last year, you know. In fact, three days ago was the first anniversary of my freedom."
"I am duly in awe, Lainie."
"Don't be. Men do that job all the time, and it doesn't require physical strength that only males possess, so women can do it too."
"I'm a mid-level manager. That translates to disciplining employees who screw up and pushing paper, but it pays a lot. Probably because I have to negotiate office politics."
"Not bad, Tim," Lainie grinned.
I made a quick calculation. "What was your job before you hit your mid-30's?"
She blushed. "I don't talk about that part of my life. But it paid well and let me study programming and system design."
I decided it was better not to push.
"Where did you meet your ex-husband?"
"We were high school sweethearts. Got married right out of high school, he got a bank loan to start his company a year later and talked a venture capitalist into investing, and things just kinda took off from there. We were married for almost 30 years."
"Sorry he... split from you."
"Don't be. I'm doing quite fine on my own."
"I interned at the company I work for while I was in college, and they hired me right away and I've moved steadily up the ladder."
"You seem very sensible. I like people who are stable. No mid-life crisis for me, I didn't hire any 18 year old pool boys to seduce."
