In this season of gratitude, we all strive to be thankful for every possible thing we can think of, so yes, lets be grateful for the good, bad and ugly men of the online dating world.
To these men, I say "Many Thanks" for all of the lessons you've taught us and for showing us who you REALLY are either right away or before any actual heartbreak occurs.
*Mr Bathroom-Mirror-Selfie Guy:
We get it, you work out at the gym, (or not in some cases,) You get out of the shower and BEHOLD, there you are in ALL your glistening, studly beauty. Thank you for showing us you're a narcissist. No matter how great you think you look, do not snap a photo from the waist up and post it on your online dating profile to show virtual strangers. You know why? Because dating coaches like me will use it as material on a BIG power point screen (with your face cropped out of course) on what NOT to do! Dude, you missed your modeling career long ago…don’t you know women love to unwrap things and be surprised…leave some mystery!
*Mr Smiling-in-your-picture Guy:
We like you, we click on you and open your profile for a great and positive bio. Thank you for being a breath of fresh air. By now, we’ve seen umpteen pictures of men trying to look tough and unemotional and we don’t want to go out with that…we want you, the one who will smile at us as we look across the table at you. We appreciate you took your baseball cap and sunglasses off and we can see your kind, genuine eyes. Hang in there, we are looking for you!
*Mr “Hi Sexy”
Thank you for being SO obvious about NOT reading our profile. We know you just looked at our photo, maybe our stats, and hit reply. Then you think saying “Hi Sexy” is either going to make us swoon at your feet or make us so grateful for attention that we wont care what else you say…or don’t say. Dude, we have 32 other emails in our inbox with exactly the same message. Read our freaking profile…or better yet, go read a book…quit trying to act like you’re God’s gift!
*Mr I-actually-read-your-profile-and-think-we-have-something-in-common:
You’re my favorite…I don’t care how beautiful you think I am, how much you like my eyes or that you have a thing for redheads, what I do care about is knowing you acknowledge I have a brain in my head and you have one too. Thank you for letting us know WHY you hit reply so we can start a real conversation.
*Mr I-don’t-know-how-to-have-a-conversation:
We respond to your message or initiate our own and you just answer the question, say how much you like us but don’t ask a question back. You, my friend, are a taker and expect your partner to do all the work in the relationship and it shows right away. Make some freaking effort! Thank you for showing us exactly what it will be like to be with you...all take and no give.
*Mr I-remember-details:
Thank you for giving us hope…you know how to listen, have a collaborative conversation and you remember the things we say. We know you do because you reference it later in a sweet way or make a joke about it…you are the ones who make us swoon! You, my friend, might actually be really looking for a relationship.
*Mr Liar/Cheater/Player:
Sigh…you seem to outnumber all the nice and real guys online. No one dates for long without running into one of you (and yes, there are female versions too). You lie about your job, your height, your accomplishments and most of all, your Marital status! Some of you will freely share you are married while expecting us to buy your sob story of why you have to stay in your awful marriage and deserve to find happiness on the side. Do us all a favor, man up, own your sh*t and grow a pair! Be who you are…own your job choice, your height and your lack of accomplishment. And best of all, do your wife a favor and leave her so SHE can find happiness…she is much better off without you! Oh yeah and thanks for nothing...I take that back, you have made us smarter and savvier...we owe you that, at least!
*Mr Nice Guy:
We love you, we really do…you are emotionally available, you have a lot of love to give ONE woman and you are thrilled to show that love. Please don’t give up on us…those liars and cheaters shine their glossiness at us for a short time but when we leave them, you’re the one we hope to find and need. Don’t get discouraged, we have more love to give than you can imagine and are worth the wait. Thank you for reminding us you're still out there!
*Mr Fast Forward:
You are crazy about us…from the MOMENT you respond to us. You ask us to meet you the first day, before you even know anything about us. Then when you meet us...you want to see us every day. While your attention can seem flattering, its too,too much! Many of you are actually good men, you will treat us well, but you need to take a breather and let things develop more naturally. If you keep pushing, you will creep us out, cause us to hit the “block caller” button on our phone and you will never hear from us again. Thank you for the validation that we are amazing...we kinda already knew it, but it's nice to hear.
And no such list would be complete without…
*Mr D*ck Pic:
You can never leave this bozo out! You are the quintessential peacock…and you are ready to spread your feathers at the first sniff of a female. We have barely had a good conversation before you just decide, for God knows what reason, to send us a picture of your finer parts! You, my friend, know NOTHING about women and it shows. If you know anything about us, you know that we don’t find THAT, in and of itself, a turn on. We aren’t wired like you. Wonder why you can’t actually get a woman to a real date when you have such an amazing “piece?" It's because the sight of it has the opposite effect. Actually, its something we save until the next time we are drinking too much wine with our girlfriends and want to laugh…that’s when You get the most "attention", so, yeah, thanks for the laughs!
So, men of the online dating world…listen up and take a lesson where you need one. And to the good guys…we are looking for you. Believe me, smart and savvy and completely amazing women are looking for you, but you’re the needle in the haystack and we are wading through a whole lot of hay…but we are still looking, don’t give up!
Dating after Virginity and Divorce
The world of post-divorce dating and sex is eye-opening, scary, hysterical and tedious! I got married in my early 20s, as a virgin (yes, there were still a few of us around) and consider "buying the cow" as one of the biggest mistakes of my youth. After 20 years of marriage and couple years of divorce, I'm making up for it now...join me on my adventures in Dating after virginity and divorce!
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
What an old TV taught me about dating...
Although I seem to have a lot of “things” that make my home
cozy and sometimes even on the cluttered side, its mostly family stuff. My things are not of much value by the worlds’
standards, but for me, the value is high.
I can often be heard telling my children, “be careful with that, it was
your great-grandmother’s.” We could
easily use a new couch, my kids don’t always have the latest and greatest
trendy things, and no one would argue we
need a new TV, but overall we have more than so many others.
When my ex-husband moved out, he took one of the TV’s. It was the one we used upstairs. I am not a big TV watcher and never watch in
bed, but one of my sons needs to rest a lot because of a medical condition so
it affected him the most. The financial repercussions, especially immediately
after a separation, make it impossible for most people to go out and make
purchases like a TV. So I posted on
facebook that if anyone had an old TV they needed to get rid of cheap, to let
me know.
It was around Christmastime and it just so happened that one
of my friends had bought her daughter a new TV for Christmas so she would give
me her old TV/DVD combo the day after. So I picked up the banged-up, sticker-laden TV
and brought it home. Of course it was
bulkier, older and smaller than the one it was replacing but it did the trick,
even if the images didn’t always fit the screen exactly as they were
intended.
Overall, it served its purpose…my son was able to lie down
and watch TV from his bed when he didn’t feel like joining us in the living
room. Periodically I looked online to
see if I could find any amazingly cheap TV deals, but I never bought one. I also perused the Black Friday Sales Ads to
see if there was a deal worth fighting for, but I’m always tight on money that
time of year anyway. Plus, I’m a lover
not a fighter and I’m certainly not going to act like a fool for a television!
Even before last Christmas the TV started doing something
odd. It was only black and white now. This was annoying to my son at first, but
eventually he got used to it and doesn’t even notice it at all anymore.
About a week ago, the sound went out…well, we could turn it
up to 100 and it was like a whisper. We
live in a smaller place now so I could leave the living room TV on the same
channel at regular volume and the combination would allow him to barely hear
it. Sure, this was even more annoying
but I found it interesting that my son never complained about the fact that not
only is the volume not working, but the color was out. I would have been complaining to my parents
saying “Mom, we really need a new one…this TV is a joke!”
The volume issue lasted about two days before a fuse
happened to blow in two of the bedrooms.
When we flipped the breaker back on, our ears were pierced with
100-times the volume on that little TV.
It worked again. We were thrilled
that the volume had returned, I was thrilled I hadn’t even considered going
back out and getting a new model, and again, there was no mention of the lack
of color, which by the way, didn’t return unfortunately.
But as I thought about all of that, I thought about dating
and really just accepting people for who they are. One thing you’ve probably heard me say is I
love imperfection in people and I also realize we are all flawed. Finding someone to love who will love you
back at this age is not about finding the perfect person, it’s about finding a
set of flaws you can live with…loving someone in spite of them, even loving
someone because of them.
If we treated that TV like we tend to treat potential future
partners, well, we would have been on to the next new shiny model. One of the biggest problems with online
dating is the urge to not always be wondering if there’s someone better in the
next profile you click on. A lot of
dating coaches tell you to date as many people at a time as you can handle, it’s
a numbers game afterall. But, if you do
that, then as soon as the volume goes out or the colors start to fade, you are
on to the next new thing. The problem
is, you will never find what you are looking for because you never stop the
search. You fail to see all the good
things that exist beyond the flaws.
If you stick it out eventually you don’t see that loss of
color anymore…just like my son quit noticing it with his TV. My son is just looking for a TV to distract
him from his pain and fatigue, from the day to day grind that he faces….isn’t
that what we want from a relationship?
Lack of color, (like the battering of life make people who they are) didn’t
change what my son needs…and a temporary lack of volume didn’t either.
The correlation for the lack of volume speaks, well, volumes
to me. If you’ve been dating for long at
all, you know the tendency for people to “go dark”, “fade out” and generally
just quit communicating. Some do it and
you never hear from them again…they can’t simply be kind and just share that
they don’t think you’re a match…I’ve been on both ends of that, but one text
explaining I am moving on doesn’t seem like a huge sacrifice of kindness. In that case, unlike our old TV, the volume
doesn’t come back on and you have to go looking for another one, and that’s
okay.
But there’s also the temporary lack of volume in dating. Have you had that happen to you? Where maybe you usually talk ever day but
suddenly there’s a shift? Many people feel
entitled and drive right over to the Best Buy and buy a new TV…feeling like
they shouldn’t be bothered with such an unreliable One. As a woman who likes a man to lead, I can
usually make myself push through those times of temporary lack of volume. Most often this happens early on, where you
don’t have a solid foundation yet and they go through something
unexpected. Some men (and God love them
for it) will just tell you they are having a hard time and needing some
quiet. (Sometimes they get cold feet,
and its harder to predict the outcome in that case.)
My mantra is if they want to be with me, if I
create an understanding and non-judgemental place to rest, they will come back just
like that volume did. When they do, we
have unspoken understanding and trust…we are usually stronger. And the bruised and battered know that I just
might be reliable and trustworthy afterall.
Next time, the temporary loss of volume will be shorter or not at all,
because just like my son, they just wants a place of rest and comfort.
So my challenge to you is when you start to notice the loss
of color, the flaws, what DO you see that makes you happy, that adds value to
them and to you? If there’s a temporary
loss of volume, don’t immediately start shopping for a replacement, be patient
for a couple of days and see what happens.
Be the soft place for people to land, even if you still have to go
shopping, purpose to be the person who sees the good, who leaves the good and
who makes the shopping experiences just a little bit better.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Springboards....
If you didn’t get a chance to read “the art of a kind
goodbye” then maybe you should as a preface to this post. But basically my mantra in dating is to be
kind…in the good and the bad, be kind.
And you know what? I don’t have
the dramatic horror stories others have in this crazy world of dating. I firmly believe it’s because I’ve made it a
point to take the high road, to expect the best, to encourage, to know when to
walk away, but walk away in the light with magnificent grace. I don’t just mean grace for myself, but grace
for us all.
Remember, we are all learning in this dating thing. Or we
should be anyway. And hopefully we are
dating people enlightened enough to take their lessons and walk ahead. The benefit of dating and meeting a lot of men that aren’t quite right for you,
is you begin to see a clearer picture of who is…and know better when to walk
when they aren’t.
Which brings me to springboards…
Before I met “Metaphor Man” I had tried to go on maybe 4 or
5 first dates but I just didn’t enjoy them.
Not because the men weren’t enjoyable or interesting or attractive or
respectable. I didn’t’ enjoy them because
“The one who ran away” bruised me enough to where I couldn’t quite go on a date
without wishing it was him the whole time.
When I met “The one who ran away” he said something that, at
the time, seemed so amazingly sweet, but became true in a way contrary to how
he meant it. I think. He
said “I want to ruin you for any other man.”
What he meant was he wanted to be so good to me that I wouldn’t even
think of another man being better. It
sounded great at the time. But after he
disappeared and I had no idea why, I feared I was ruined…and after all of those
first dates, I would hear his words in my head as I sat there wishing it I was
sitting across from him instead of the man of the hour.
It turned out that after four months of nothing, I finally
heard from “The one who ran away” and maybe I will blog about that sometime. But I had been promising myself I was going
to go back online just a couple of days before he reappeared and kept putting
it off. However, that closure I finally
got was all I needed to get back out there and not feel quite so ruined.
A few days later I met “Metaphor Man” and with complete
respect and tactfulness, he noticed right away the ugly bruises that were left
in the wake of my ruin. He might not
have recognized them as such, but he challenged me to take off my brakes, throw
out the rules, be vulnerable, expand my understanding of freedom within spirituality
and reminded me I was beautiful.
This wasn’t a rebound situation because I wasn’t thinking at
all about “The One Who Got Away”…but he was still marking me…bits of ruin still
existed and that’s where I thought I cleverly could prevent it from happening
again. We’ve all gone into protective
mode before. I applied brakes before I even started
driving, built a wall of rules like a fortress and although I have always been
severely authentic, I’ve never known how to be truly vulnerable. But “Metaphor Man” effortlessly saw right
through all of those things and brought out more of the real me that existed
before I became ruined.
Despite “Metaphor Man’s” ability to challenge me in the way
I love to be challenged, the brief time we spent together had a purpose. I learned so much from him that I actually
didn’t friend zone him when I knew we couldn’t meet each other’s needs. Maybe I was selfish when I purposely held on
a little longer. I realized early on
that while “Catalyst” was there to ease me back into my new life post-divorce and
gently prepare me, “Metaphor Man” was my catalyst of vulnerability. It was something he sowed into me knowing he
wouldn’t reap the rewards…a selfless act, actually.
So when I started with my current guy “The Scot”, (no, that’s
not his name…he’s Scottish) I was in a much better place, yet he actually noticed
the slightest tinges of those faint bruises, too. I’m happy to report that through “The Scot’s”
tender care of me the traces have disappeared, he makes me believe about myself
all the wonderful things he tells me. Yet,
I couldn’t help but think that “Metaphor Man” actually prepared me to be ready
for the amazing thing that is unfolding in my new relationship now. That is a gift and it’s easily one that can
be missed if you don’t make a purposeful decision to be introspective, yet friendly
and kind and full of grace in your dating. Society tells us far too often to blame
instead of learn.
When I ended it with “Metaphor Man” (which was done by text
because we both abhor the phone), I started by asking “Can we just be friends?”
because that really seemed like all we needed to be or had evolutionarily
become. We haven’t texted but a couple
of times since, but had a great conversation this week that reminded me why
Kindness in dating is so important and I’m pretty sure he would agree.
We were just chatting about his move and both our jobs. I said something about noticing he hadn’t
been blogging as much lately. He told me
the reason why…he had fallen in love with someone, completely surprising
him. I was actually elated at this good
news! So I felt free to share with him about
“The Scot” and we both were so very happy for each other.
The exchange culminated with” Metaphor Man” saying, “You
have a spirit that can’t be contained, and never should be. The Scot is a lucky guy and sounds like a
wonderful man to let your spirit burst forth and be nurtured.” I replied “Angela is a lucky gal to be able
to engage you like you describe. Your
mind is so amazing and I think it takes a rare person to keep it stimulated. I’m so happy for you and encourage you to
love her with all of you!”
So that, my friends, is a Springboard. Metaphor Man and I were just walking up to the
springboard together, supporting each other as we dove into what lied ahead…separately
. Actually, it’s has sprung us both
towards something even better than we knew could be.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
On being Badass
We probably all define being badass differently...and what would be badass for one person may be a normal everyday occurance to another. The urban dictionary says "A Badass is A person who defines supreme confidance."
One thing you should know about me is that I am a calm and
serene person…well, when my children allow me to be, anyway. A couple of months ago, I had an opportunity
to be badass. Well, Okay, I wasn’t
badass from the start but I went back to seize my opportunity.
My daughter asked me to take her to a nearby sporting goods
store. I’d much rather go to Sephora or
Ulta, but my naturally beautiful tomboy wouldn’t be caught dead there, unless
shopping for me. So we are at the store
and she’s leading me around checking on all the things she wants to see. We get to the back, near the shoe department
and I see an attractive man my age waiting on another customer…he notices me
and holds his eye contact a little too long, losing track of what the customer
was saying. Its always a boost seeing
that you distract someone.
My daughter and I kept looking around and a couple of
minutes later, Sporty comes over to me and asks if we need anything. I explain that my daughter has money she is
desperately trying to find something to spend it on. We start talking and we talk and talk and
talk. My girl is known as the matchmaker
of her school…she’s been this way for ages.
I’ve asked her before why she doesn’t set me and up and she laughs and
says “Mom, I couldn’t possibly know any men YOUR age!” But her skills helped her realize that sporty
and I were flirting and hitting it off, so ever the dutiful matchmaker, she
tried clothes on and “looked” around for a half hour while we were
chatting.
Finally, when she exasperated her stalling techniques and could
waste no more time, we made her purchase and left. Sporty and I part with a lingering look in
each other’s eyes and saying how great it was to chat. During the course of our chat I found out he
hadn’t dated anyone seriously in 8 months, he had two kids in similar age, he
was just three years younger than me , this was his second job and he got off
in two hours.
As I got in the car I was wishing I had the guts to give a
man my number. I have NEVER done that
and I honestly wasn’t even sure how women go about it. Of course, I wish he had asked for it,
too, but dutifully gave my mind a bunch
of reasons why he wouldn’t have asked anyway (he was at work and could get in
trouble, he thought it inappropriate in from of my daughter, etc.)
We ran a couple more errands and I couldn’t stop thinking
about wishing I had given him my number.
I told my daughter and she volunteered to go back and give it to him,
but I felt that spineless and declined her offer. I went home and thought about
it some more. The clock was ticking away…it
was 40 minutes until he got off work and I suddenly found myself back in my car
driving to the sporting goods store.
I have to admit I looked good…I had on a hip, purple
sweater, dark grey leggings that make my ass look amazing and my high-knee,
high-heeled boots. High heels make me feel strong, invincible,
sexy, bad-ass. I love them! And I was having a good hair day. In other words, I was on my a-game!
I grabbed one of my business cards and walked in the
door. It’s a big box store…the shoe
department is at the back of the store, down the very long center aisle. I entered the store, my heels clacking
powerfully along. Sporty was just
putting something down, right in the center of the shoe department and looked
up and saw me. He stared a minute, I smiled big, he smiled
big and then he came walking towards me until we met.
When we joined up, here’s how it went…
Sporty: “Did you
forget something or did she decide what she wanted?”
Me: “I did forget
something…and I have never ever done this before, but I forgot to give you my
number!” “I’m at a time in my life where
I don’t want to have any regrets and I thought I might if I didn’t give you my
number. Maybe we can grab coffee
sometime, if you’d like.”
Sporty: “I like
coffee, that would be nice.”
Sporty: “I’m Sporty,
by the way, your name is Leah (looking at my card?) It’s been so nice to talk to you today.”
Me: “I felt the same.
So, if you’re interested in talking more, please text or give me a call
sometime.”
Sporty: “I will do that!”
Me: “Okay, I look forward to it. Hope you have a great evening!”
Sporty: “You too!”
And scene….
Only I got to walk powerfully back down that long center
aisle while he undoubtedly stared at my ass!
I felt the most exhilarated I’ve felt in the longest time! And of course, I immediately knew it was blog
worthy.
And I wished I had been video-taped…I was THAT proud of myself!
Now, the thing about me is that although I felt SO confident,
independent for going after what I want, I do like the man to lead in every
way. I’m traditional at the heart…and I
have to be the leader of all the other aspects of my life, so its nice to let
someone else take this department.
As it turned out, sporty and I ran into each other a couple
days later at a restaurant and spent about 20 minutes chatting. He texted a couple days later and then a
couple weeks after that but by then I had met my current guy and wasn’t
interested. Honestly, after those 20
minutes I realized he was probably too soft for me anyway, but nothing can change
anything about how great it felt to be badass!
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Boy Toy and the Tune-up! (continued from Boy Toy Joy)
After my thorough typical investigation, including checking
up on him with a mutual friend, Boy Toy and I decided to give this FWB thing a
go. Boy Toy did not disappoint…juicy
soft lips, big strapping man and by big, yeah I mean thick…in a good kind of way. He also had a strong libido coupled with
youthful stamina which meant little recuperation before we could go again. While Boy Toy and I usually spent at least a
couple hours together, I have said I’ve yet to meet anyone that can give me enough
sex to where I am actually okay with stopping for the day, but he was close. No, I’m not a nymphomaniac…well, at least I
don’t think I am. I’ve just years of
lost time to make up!
As a case in point, according to the Kinsey Institute, the ‘average’
woman my age (even one who didn’t have sex until age 23), should have had sex around
1808 times. Oh how I wish…actually, I
wish it were more! I’ve done a rough
estimate using their age ranges and estimates based on my marriage which likely
resulted in 514 rolls in the hay. I’m
pretty sure that number is VERY generous…It didn’t feel like anywhere near that
number even over 19 years. Since I’ve
been single, I’ve had a roll in the hay 34 times…yep, just 36 and NO that is
not with 36 different men…not even close!
Thankfully, the men have been good to me and I’ve more than quadrupled
that if I were counting orgasms. So any
of you who wonder why I am still insatiable, well, I’m way, way, way behind the
rest of you!
So Boy Toy and I had our share of fun and I definitely had
the best shower sex ever with him when he met me straight from work one
day. We met at a hotel, he walked in and
pushed me against the door with a hungry kiss. I had the shower already running….after 25
minutes of soap-slathering, warm water-raining, senses-awakening fun, we
finally cooled off. Well, not for very
long…there was a bed calling our names after-all.
As it turned out, Boy Toy decided to revisit an old
relationship not too long after we met, so we said ended our ‘friendship’. In short order, I met “the one who ran away”
and out of respect for each other and anyone we are interested in, Boy Toy and
I have an agreement not to contact each other if we are seeing others. I can honestly say, while both of us would be
upset if some tragedy befell the other, as we would any friend, we have had
absolutely no emotional entanglements on either side. This is why it worked.
However, a few months later, we found ourselves both single
again and decided to meet up. This was
many months ago and because he had a first date that night, we knew it was likely
a one-time thing. Boy Toy and I had enjoyed sexting… even though
I’m not visual, he was a master at making a steamy shower video of
himself. We often sexted out what we
would like to happen when we know we will see each other again, talking about a
scene and then making it come true. Such
was our final and most memorable.
It was a hot July day and he would be at a friends’ garage
working on his truck. Come on girls, you know that alone is
hot! His friends’ garage is down a
country highway with a medium amount of traffic that you can see from the
garage itself. His friend was out of
town. Not only was the garage door wide
open when I arrived, but there was a huge picture window on the back side of it
that faced a beautiful field that was surrounded by a wooded area.
Boy Toy had told me exactly what he would like to happen
when I visited him that day…what I should wear and what he would do to me and I
to him. He requested a short skirt,
garter belt, nylons with French seams, high heels, sexy bra and a low cut
shirt. I aim to please, so of course,
that’s exactly what I wore. While I
looked hot, even at 10a it was almost 90 degrees out that day. I was literally hot, too.
When I arrived, remember I hadn’t seen him in a few months,
we exchanged a hello and then some kisses.
I have to admit I find sex outside of a bedroom a complete thrill. I call it semi-public because the changes of
being discovered are very slim…but they’re still there. Anyone of these good ole country boy types
could have seen someone was working there and stopped by to visit…we do that in
the south. And in my mind, I’m sure
there were little forest animals watching us through that window. Even though no one caught us, the thought of
it (and yes I would be embarrassed) elevates my arousal and excites just that
much more.
Boy Toy cleverly had the hood raised which not only allowed
him to work on the car (grin), but also hid us from the street. For some reason we never felt the need to be
quiet and while I held on to the helm of the truck with him holding on to me,
we played out some of the scenes he sexted to me. One thing about having this sort of “friend”
is that it can just be down and dirty, quick and unassuming. Even so, while he displayed his long-lasting,
youthful stamina as I held on to his truck with our nearly bare backs facing that
beautiful meadow, it was damn near perfect.
Well, except for the horsefly who bit me part of the way through. And I
got a run in my nylons.
Oh Well…that’s
just the price of down and dirty sex in the great outdoors, or outdoor garages anyway, but it’s worth it. Nylons can be replaced, bug bites heal but
memories of that crazy sex you had in a garage on a hot July day…that stays
with you forever, or at least until you’ve made up for all that lost time and
the memories all run together. Only
1258 more to go!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Boy Toy Joy!
Before I was a midlife single gal, I believed what they portrayed on TV about Cougars. I was under the belief that Cougars preferred younger men so the arm candy would raise their social status and that it was usually some sort of higher form of prostitution. The young man did favors…those of a sexual nature and otherwise…in exchange for a comfortable life while he chased his own dreams without the weight of his own financial obligations. That’s mostly what we see on TV anyway.
It wasn’t long before I was dating again that I realized
this was all wrong. For every one man my
age who has approached me online or in person, I’ve been approached by an equal
number of men 10-25 years my junior. I
constantly hear from young college boys who say they just aren’t into girls
their age or they want to be with an experienced woman. Cynics say that younger men see older women
as easy and that is likely true of some of them. I think most young guys realize that we know
a thing or two in the bedroom and they want to experience what it’s like to be
with a woman who is comfortable with her sexuality. For me, there is still such a thing as too
young, no matter the reason.
My little journey with my Boy Toy wasn’t entirely intentional,
well, I was looking for a play thing, but not one so much younger than I. I have long bragged about midlife men being
such amazing lovers because they aren’t in a hurry, they have learned how to
please a woman (hopefully)and they’ve learned to gain utter pleasure by
experiencing their woman’s pleasure. So
honestly, I was quite happy with my previous similar-aged lovers.
My path to Boy Toy all started when I was bored one
day. Despite all the crazy stories in
the news, I’ve had great success on finding some real quality men on the
craigslist personals. If you read my
blog about my first date in 20 years, you know I stumbled upon dating again
after looking for a desk on craigslist, so sometimes you have to return to your
roots. Now, I purposefully stay away
from the casual encounters section…well, unless I’m trying to entertain myself…you
can’t make that shit up! I had run
several ads in the relationship section, as well as the strictly platonic
section, too. However, I always sorta
wondered when I would read the casual sex ads just WHO would answer them?
Just to give you an example of one of my favorite ads, which
was quietly nestled between men looking for lactating women or lunch time
cheaters, I found an ad I still laugh about today. It was for a man offering to orally please a
woman with nothing expected in return.
He said to leave the door unlocked and email directions to the
bedroom. He would enter the room and the
foot of the bed, make you have an orgasm and then leave…but oh yeah, please
leave milk and cookies on the nightstand!
My friends and I have countless milk and cookies jokes from this. This guy was like a Santa of a different
mindset I guess…still giving gifts, but enjoying a snack for his trouble! See…you can’t make this shit up!
So back to my bored Wednesday…I decided I would run an ad
just to see how men replied. I had a
feeling I would be inundated with penis pictures and lewd promises but
actually, I only got one such picture and not really any lewd emails, just men
bragging so I would choose them. Honestly,
I had no idea if I would reply to even one….I was just curious, and of course,
bored. I’m like that if you haven’t
figured it out by now. ..ever-curious of midlife dating in all forms and
fashions!
Here’s the Ad:
“Do you know your way around a woman’s body? Are you fond of long slow kisses and not
thinking of rushing to the next thing but enjoying the moment? Would you like a woman that enjoys sex and is
an enthusiastic, expressive partner who is as into your pleasure as her
own? Then please apply here.”
It went on to say you had to have a job, not be married,
enjoy sexting and have some available time.
It said to NOT send a pic of your ‘finer parts’ and that I wouldn’t have
sex with them until I had met them a few times and trusted them.
Actually most of the men who replied seemed fairly decent. I had three I talked to a bit and decided I
would meet. One of them asked me out for
that Friday night…we can call him “close call” as I think he really was a
scumbag, but both of my girlfriends liked him the best when we were going through
the replies. However, two hours before
the date, he told me had a problem at work and was going to have to
reschedule. He tried for the following
night but I was seeing Timid Tom on Saturday and told him that Tom was leading
in my search so I would likely have the position filled once I met him
anyway. I had also been talking to Boy Toy, but
because of his age, I hadn’t agreed to meet up with him just yet. So when “close call” cancelled, I asked Boy
Toy if could meet me later and he agreed!
Close Call ended up texting me…from home…at the exact time
we were supposed to meet asking me to come to his house and have sex with
him. I said, dude, you have not been paying
attention. Obviously, I never would meet
him, but he still texts me every couple of months and tries again. Shameful.
Timid Tom will be for another blog perhaps…back to Boy Toy.
We met up at a Mexican restaurant. Boy Toy was a big strapping young man who had
played football in high school, went on to be in the coast guard and was now a
welder. Girls…if you’re looking for a
friend with benefits only, getting a man who is good with his hands should
definitely be at the top of your wish list!
We had a great chat and it wasn’t long before I wished I could take the
table between us and throw it to the side, straddle his lap and kiss him! There was palpable chemistry. Of course I didn’t do that but it would have
been fun! We finished our drinks and he
walked me to my Mini-van, god I hated that thing (actually Timid Tom helped me
get rid of it, thankfully!) Leaning
against my mommy van, he gave me some amazingly raw kisses with these soft and
pillowy lips of his. Oh yes…he was
definitely friends with benefits material and I was content to choose him for
the job.
Although I didn’t know it just yet, Boy Toy is the one man I’ve
met so far who has a stronger sex drive than I do…and just how much younger is
he? I thought it was only 9 years, only
to find out a few weeks later he was actually 12 years younger! He didn’t lie about his age, I just
misremembered when reading those 200+ emails I got from my ad. As the kisses deepened and his arousal
pressed up against me while I was splayed against my mini-van door, there
was no denying we were going to be a good sexual chemistry match! My bored Wednesday experiment had just exploded
into a fireball of passion…to find out more about some of our sexcapades…tune in
for my next blog!
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Don't Buy the Lie!
If you’ve been divorced (or never married) and are in midlife, male or female, you’ve heard time and time again that you shouldn’t NEED someone in your life. You are ENOUGH by yourself. You need to LOVE being single. You have read articles and list after list of all the reasons why you should be so blessed to be all YOU need in your life!
No one needs these lists for being coupled. You don’t have to be told by a thousand
experts why you are lucky to be in a healthy, loving relationship. You don’t have to be told because already
know! No one has to remind you why
companionship, affection, acceptance and comfort is good…our whole being…mind,
soul, heart and body knows it’s good.
So why do people work so hard to convince us that being single
is the ultimate, and only after you find yourself incidentally single? Doesn’t society tell us from day one that the
ultimate goal is to be married with a white picket fence and 2.2 perfect children,
a well-paying job, new cars, enviable vacations and plenty of fabulous friends?
But the second we find ourselves uncoupled, well, we have to
hear endless people, including all the “experts” tell us why we are lucky. Then
almost in the same breath, those who care for us pummel us with questions about
our status…are you dating? Are you
dating anyone special? Then when you
answer no, you see their disappointed faces and either you tell them some line
about why you aren’t looking (even if you are) or they tell you how the world
is your oyster and you should be loving it.
It can’t be both ways, folks!
Now granted, if you’ve been through a midlife divorce, you
have undoubtedly had people come out of the woodwork to tell you how much they
dislike being married. Or you can now
use your post-divorce-spidey-sense to see that many people really aren’t happy
with their relationships despite how happy they make it look on facebook.
Honestly, it’s the ‘experts’ (who by and large, aren’t even
single) that go on and on about how we need to be content with our
singleness. Even in my church-going days,
the married women would say…”Once you are content being single is when your
husband will come along.” Really? No! This
is why the second any of us, male or female, meet someone we have a spark and
connection with we turn into mushy teenagers at the speed of lightning!
We are also urged to appear fierce in our singleness,
neglect vulnerability and therefore feel we can’t openly express our very basic
God-given need…which is relationship.
And heaven forbid we be real about this common need on a dating
profile! The person of the opposite sex
has now been programmed to read that must be needy, clingy, desperate or looking
for a sugar daddy if you mention your real desire to find someone. Um…hello!
Aren’t we on dating websites to find love? Let’s just agree to be real about THAT little
known fact, which by the way, is backed by a two billion industry. Yeah, those moguls are laughing all the way
to the bank at the games we play and the lies we’ve bought into that prevent us
from really finding love and keep us coming back for more…because they know
unless we change our mindset, we will make the same mistakes time and again.
Don’t get me wrong…I’m a pretty independent person. I’m determined, driven when I want to be,
intuitive and a great problem solver. I’m
also an introvert by nature (except in the bedroom), a fairly peaceful and quiet
person (again, except in the bedroom)…and I NEED and crave alone time (except
in the bedroom!) There are things I
enjoy about being single and being free of expectations someone else might put on
me. But what if it brings MORE joy to my
life to be able to cook for someone else, to do something loving or sacrificial
for the person I care about vs doing that same thing JUST for myself. What if fulfilling those expectations for
someone else, which is the ultimate expression of love, actually makes your
life better?
I don’t need a man to complete me. Nor would I want to be with a man who needed
someone to complete him. I’ve always
liked the 1 x 1=1 thinking about couples versus the two halves make a
whole. But I do want to complement him
and for him to complement me. (That’s complement…as
in add value to or enhance, but compliments are always great, too!) I am looking for a man that makes me a better
version of myself and I would like to feel I am the same for him. This, of course, doesn’t mean when I am not
dating someone I am a lesser person, either.
What’s wrong with admitting we would like someone to eat
dinner with at the end of the day, discuss our happenings, world events and
laugh at life’s little mishaps? What’s
wrong with wanting to wake up with someone who doesn’t look their best in the
morning? What’s wrong with knowing your
coffee time would be just a little better if you were sitting snuggled close to
someone on the couch? Then there’s
knowing that parties are harder to go to alone and having someone to just call
or text during the day when it’s a particularly good one or even when it’s not
so good, makes the day just a little bit better. And of course, sex…don’t even TRY to pretend it’s
better alone…as I always say…(okay, Marvin Gaye said it first) “Ain’t nothing
like the real thing, baby!” And those
that would argue no-strings-attached sex is more desirable to sex with a loving
partner who you can sexually engage any time you want, I say “Bollocks!”
So I’m giving myself permission and I’d love for yourself permission,
too…sure we can be complete, whole and emotionally stable singletons who aren’t
desperate to be completed by some other person.
We can be strong, we can know what we want….and what we want is to find love!
It’s okay to admit it to yourself! It’s okay to say it out loud! It’s okay to put on your dating profile! It’s okay to share with your date! It’s okay to be who really are, to freely
feel and express what you really need…that’s confidence, that’s independence,
that’s damn sexy!
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