There was something special about Miles. He was drawn toward city evenings or pastoral scenes and rainy weather. Everyone else was into sunlight and exercise. He never shared this with anyone because there was no point. He learned to keep his aesthetic and prurient preferences to himself. He had no interest in the type of women that everyone else seemed to prefer.
In a society that practically worshiped fitness, he was attracted to something completely different. He was aroused by chunky older women. The older the better and the bigger they were, the better. Soon he was turning the heads of ordinary looking grannies. They all seemed so different to him and unique. They all enchanted him with their beauty.
Despite being curvy and elderly, these oddly shaped pears had several distinct bodies types. Some were like elves or gypsies and some were elegant and proper madams. He loved any and all kinds of these fabulous creatures. Some were big and tall and powerful. Others were round or fat and still others were naturally fit and petite. He admired all of them in their own memorable way. They were all adorable to him.
He got tongue tied in their presence. He could not understand why he felt such emotions for these misshaped grotesque cougars. The reason was hard to admit to himself. It was simply that he loved to be around someone who had more power and resources then he did. He wanted to feel safe in her presence. In this way, warped as it was, his desires did not stem from some shallow sense of symmetrical beauty.
He was not interested in the looks of his partner. He was interested in everything else. But he was shocked to figure out that it was specifically status that attracted him. Since older woman were more likely to have a developed social standing, he was drawn by instinct to the gray matriarchs. He felt very inappropriate about the whole thing. He felt emasculated because these were attributes a female would most likely look for in her partner not a guy with hot passions.
At first, he was a little shy to approach his divas in public. Soon, however, he found these lonely old madams had more in common with him then he thought. Apparently, rummaging in antiques stores and discovering forlorn bookstores was something many of them were into.
But something kept him back. He was mortified of the social disgrace of chatting with such a plump old lady. He wanted to try and charm a portly and elegant matron in public without reservations. He tried to flirt as if she was a woman his age and not some fat old dame. He wanted to be bold and audacious, like a knight declaring his love for his lady. If the union was appropriate, he was ready to show his silver czarina all the romance and passion he had.
