It’d been three years since her husband had passed away.
Amanda decided it was time to put herself back out there. She rationalized (without hard thinking) that her husband’s slow demise (three years of fighting lymphoma and brain tumors before his death) had left her long enough without male companionship. (She didn’t define herself that way, but she liked having a masculine presence in her life.) As she’d heard good things about it, she decided to give Silver Singles a try.
In her early sixties and a successful business woman with two grown children, she thought she’d have no problems. She was right. Within days, she had a first date.
He was as described, six four, two hundred forty pounds, mostly muscle, not bad for sixty-five. Lunch was scheduled. They hit it off well. This being Sunday, he said, “Shall we go back to my place to watch some football.”
“Sure,” she replied. “I have nothing better planned.”
Off they went! After a short period, she excused herself to use his bathroom. When she left the bathroom, he was standing nearby with a small smile. Apparently, he’d assumed (she assumed) that her going to the bathroom was to freshen her lady bits for him, as he said (with a suggestive smirk), “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”
“No,” she replied.
“Well, can I touch your breasts?”
“Will you show me your breasts?”
“You want to make out on the couch?”
“Well, you wanna see my bits?”
“I think it’s time to go.”
*True story. Only the name was changed.