Me? Enjoying Sex? At my age? Part 2 of a Very Convoluted Story of Self Discovery
David and I were seated, and I realized again how nervous I was. He didn't seem to be at all. I felt like I was blurting my entire life story out as if it had to be in the hour we had for lunch. He was curious why I'd never married, and I decided honesty was best. I told him I'd spent the last 15 years with a woman. I think he went through shock, a million questions popping in his head, and being sort of okay with it in about 3 seconds.
He asked me how it came to be that I'd had this relationship. I explained as best I could without taking up what time we had. After all, I did want to know more about him. I told him that while he may not understand, it was something that just seemed to happen in my life, my being with a woman. I didn't search it out at first, I'd dated men and liked men, and of course I had no regrets because I had my son.
I felt like a maniac making a huge fool of myself. I did relax some when he started talking about his children and answering my questions for him. He said he liked my red hair. Asked if I was sure I was okay with him being mostly bald. I assured him I was. He had something about him despite how serious a person he seemed, a fun side yet to show itself, that I thought would be nice to uncover.
Of course, it was over all too soon, and we both had to get back to work. He paid for lunch and walked me out. It was funny how we shook hands again before we left.
I had no clue what he thought about our meeting. I felt like I screwed things up with TMI and my nervous laugh, but before I got back to the office, he texted me. "I thought our lunch was nice!" Well, damn! Needless to say, I smiled the rest of the day.