We had arranged to meet on the Monday after bank holiday. As normal, I texted to confirm the meet only to be told that a friend was ill and she couldn't make the meet. At the time it sounded like a rouse. As it turned out later, it was true. She emailed me again outlining her concerns about our age difference and my motive in wishing to date her.
If we were to meet and get down and dirty, this would have to be the most profound reply that I've made to an email. My most immediate sex life depended upon a successful response. How bloody stressful was that !!!
I started by pointing out that I was more concerned with personality than looks or age. I relayed an experience which was similar to her when I was approached by a 27 year old. I then re-iterated that I wasn't after a one night stand, but a regular session, with outings / meals thrown in.
Did it work. I had to wait until the evening as the day was taken up with DIY.
When I came to read my email it had done the trick. My carefully crafted bit of wordsmith had done its magic. Well done my boy. I had said enough through my email and she appreciated my honesty and openness and wanted to meet. It was clear from our continued texts that she had been hurt badly in the past. Boy, we were texting like two love sick teenagers. She told me that sex with her husband lasted for no more than 10 years of the 34 year marriage. I also discovered that like Diary of a late starter, she went onto IE to make up for lost time.
It was clear that she had been hurt or disappointed by her experience. A younger man she dated had obviously treated her bad. Her last lover was a 65 year old man. Asked about the sexual experience she simply said it was "OK".
We have now set a date for Friday 7th May. In our texting she was astonished when I suggested ideas for going out together. She had expected that I would turn up, expect to fuck her and never see her again !!! While I wouldn't turn down sex on a first date, if we hadn't pre-planned it, it was clear that there were some issues she had not worked through with her relationship with men.
This became more apparent when I joked about looking over the local talent, and roping her print in on a three in the bed session It was a joke, but she completely took it the wrong way, the very green eyed monster came out in the text "I don't share". At this point it looked like we wouldn't meet. Nothing I could say would placate her.
It was time to act.
I texted her and we spoke for quite some while. I get the impression that we could have spoken all day if need be. It re-assured her and confirmed in my mind that we would get along quite well. We continued our texting, but I was now getting tired, so I am now in bed watching the start of the election count.
We meet tomorrow, I simply can't wait.