‘“I’ve always liked much younger men”, confessed Florence, now in her late 40s and a successful trans-Atlantic business woman. “I got married young and to a much older man”, she confessed. “I met him abroad and, after three children I ran into Mark, a much younger man at one of the refresher courses I was taking. He was exciting and sexy and we had loads in common even though he was about ten years younger.
Once we had sex and I realised how much pleasure you could get off a little body, I left my older husband to move in with him and the divorce settlement I got was mouth-watering, so there was no need to hustle him for cash. We had a smashing time for the first few years we were together. I couldn’t get enough of him but as time passed, I began to notice he’d started going grey and his eyes were getting puffy.
My toy-boy was now a grown man and I didn’t find him that sexy any more. Thank goodness we both realised marriage was out of the question. I still loved going out to bars and restaurants but all he wanted to do was stay at home in front of the telly watching any sporting activity that was on offer. I as really bored and frustrated. In the end I had to be honest with him. “He was a bit shaken by my asking him to move out, but what else did he expect?
Live with me for eve4r? The next time I got invited to a party, I put on one of my sexiest dresses and a pair of killer heels. I looked in the mirror and smiled smugly: `Not bad for a middle-aged mum of three’, I thought. At the party, I got chatting to a really young accountant called Alec. I gave him my card and we sort of flirted throughout the night. `I like you’, he said brazenly.
`I’ve been dying to meet an older woman with a lot of confidence and experience’. `Lucky for you!’. I teased him, `I have plenty of both’’ “He was not a disappointment either and my experience with him confirmed my belief that younger men were much more exciting. Since then, my only dating requirement became that a man had to be aged between 25 and 35. I was then 42 – life was too shorty to waste on beer bellies and receding hairlines.
My eldest daughter was 21 and once, when she met one of my dates, she wasn’t shocked. `I’m happy if you’re happy’, she shrugged. But not everyone was so happy for me. When I told my best friend about my toy-boys, she was aghast. ‘Don’t you realise that these boys will never want to settle down and get married after they’d had all these freebies from you?’. ‘That’s exactly why I like them’, I told her. ‘They just want to have some fun and so do I. She’d never liked the way I ditched my ex-husband and now she looked at me as if I were some sort of a freak.
‘I don’t like who you’ve now become’, she huffed. ‘I don’t want anything to do with you any more’. “Stop being so judgemental”, I replied. “Some women only date good-looking men. I like them good-looking and young. What’s wrong with that?”” But it was no use.
We stopped being friends. I’d been in serious relationships since I was a teenager and had missed out on the dating scene when I got married early. Now I was making up for lost time. “Not long after, I met a 26-year-old, Chima, through work. We arranged to go for a drink. At the end of the night, we went back to his flat as one of my children was staying over to a few weeks.
Suddenly, he started to look nervous and embarrassed. I put my arm around him and said: `Is everything Ok?’. `There’s something you need to know before things go any further’, he replied. `I’m a virgin’. At first I was a little surprised but not put off. He was good looking and looked confident enough. I was sure his plumbings were Ok, and anyway, I was about to find out. He needed patience and reassurance that’s all.
And thank goodness we got there in the end! “Once he’s got the hang for sex, he started following me everywhere. I was getting a bit impatient and encouraged him to date girls in his age bracket. I’d already met a new potential partner and didn’t want him cramping my style.
My new man, John, was on holidays and was planning a visit to his home-town. He begged me to come with him. He would be going back to the U.S. In a few months’ time and he was a stud! I did not need that much persuasion. The family house was in the middle of nowhere with epileptic electricity but I didn’t care.
The weather was cool most of the time and he was gorgeous. I’d never been impressed by fancy hotels anywhere, so we got down and dirty on what was available. I didn’t regret the experience. “These days, I go on dates on a regular basis and I’ve never been happier. With so many toy boys out there, I’ll never be content with an older man. Never! I thank goodness I have all the children I want and my business makes it possible I have a good life. I don’t need a man to look after me. Why don’t I look after these young men who’re always grateful for the experience instead?”
- Source: Source: www.vanguardngr.com/2015/03/why-dating-much-younger-men-is-such-fun
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