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Despite being on a couple of dating sites, he was finding it difficult to connect with a potential partner. Being 70 years old was certainly an issue, and living in a very rural area was another. He'd set his parameters for a potential partner at 58 to 75 years old, but the pickings were pretty slim. He was of average looks, certainly not movie star material, and he expected only the same in return. But many women in his age range looked to have spent far too much time in the sun, or were former or current smokers, whose wrinkles made them look much older than their claimed age. He was often told he looked at least ten years younger than he was.
So he was surprised when he started getting a large number of views from women in between 40 and 55. Many of these were likely curiosity seekers, who clicked on his profile after reading one of his blog posts. But, as he viewed them in return, he noticed a number who had listed their match as being between 60 and 75. Gold diggers looking for a sugar daddy he concluded. Especially since most of these were not paying members and thus could not initiate messages.
Then one day he opened his mail program to find a notification from the site saying that he had a DM from ConfidentLady. Clicking the link in the email took him to his account and the Messages page. There he saw the message from ConfidentLady:
"Hi Ollegio, I'm Connie. I absolutely love your profile, and all your pictures. I can tell some are older, where you were sharing some things you enjoy doing such as hiking. But I'm betting your primary photo is recent and I must say you don't look your age. I know I'm younger than you're looking for but I hope you'll give me a chance and let us get to know one another. I think it just might be right for both."
Connie's profile indicated she was 48, never married, no children. She claimed to be gainfully employed in real estate and lived in the next state north, about two hours from him. She was also very attractive in a girl next door kind of way. Not a model and thus not out of his league, but certainly someone he'd be proud to have on his arm.
He neither wanted to seem eager nor rush into something too quickly so he decided to let it percolate for a day. If, after thinking it through, he decided to respond, he would do so tomorrow. In the meantime he made himself breakfast then left for the gym, after which he did his week's grocery shopping.
After returning home and putting away the groceries he made lunch and ate. Then he logged back on to the dating site, reread Connie's message and looked at her profile and pics again. He noticed she had looked at his a total of three times at this point.
The next morning he logged on and found another notification in his email. He had received a DM from FortyandFoxy on the same site. He clicked the link and read:
"Hey sexy! You're profile makes my pussy wet! I NEED you to message me back! We could be so hot together!"
The lack of a real name and the over the top come on were dead giveaways to a scam, so he clicked Delete and opened Connie's message. Hitting Reply he typed "Hi Connie. You have a very interesting profile and nice pics. I'm a bit skeptical given the age difference. I'm prepared to, as Coleridge said, willfully suspend disbelief so we can message and, hopefully, get to know one another. Tadd."
Within the hour his email program pinged and he saw another message had been sent by ConfidentLady. He clicked on the link and went to the DM.
"Hi Tadd. I can understand your hesitancy. Yes, I'm 22 years younger than you. You probably think I'm a gold digger looking for a sugar daddy, but I promise that is far from the truth. I'm a real estate agent and very good at my job. I make over $200k per year, so I'm not after your money. I find you extremely attractive both physically and in what you've written in your profile. You are clearly very intelligent and I'm a sapiophile. I also love the pics of your cabin and the secluded, tree filled property you own. Finally (for now) I'm fed up with the immaturity of men my age. Let's get to know one another - my phone number is 555-400-0000. Please text or call. Thanks! Connie"
Tadd read the message three times, searching in vain for any signs of deceptiveness. Still uncertain, he pushed down his doubts and grabbed his phone. Punching her number into his message app he texted, 'Hi Connie. It's Tadd. I'm not ready to talk now but perhaps this evening we can connect. Thanks.' A minute later she replied 'Can't wait! Thanks and have a great day!'
He went to the gym for his workout and the 25 minute drive, hour and a half exercise, and drive back home were all consumed with his thoughts of Connie. The part of his thoughts driven by his little head couldn't help but wonder what her body would look like naked. From her pics and description she seemed to be exactly his type, but he longed to run his hand over her breast and down her stomach to her pussy and feel the smoothness of her skin, the tautness of her nipples, and the moisture of her most intimate place.
His big head wondered if 22 years was too large a gap. He was 10 when JFK was assassinated and clearly remembered the hasty assembly called by the elementary school to give us the news and send us home early. Her parents wouldn't even conceive her for 12 more years. A year later he'd gone in with his older brother to buy Meet the Beatles, their first studio album released in the US. He still remembered the pandemonium that greeted the band at the airport in NYC and at their tour stops.
She still wasn't born when his draft lottery number for Vietnam came up 66, a year after they called up everyone with a number up to 170. He'd gone on a three day marijuana and booze filled bender he still couldn't remember, finally relieved months later when the US pulled out of the war. What would they have to talk about?
He realized he was driving himself crazy with all this and forcibly pushed it out of his mind as he made lunch, cleaned up, and then dusted and vacuumed his cabin. At five o'clock he texted her again. 'What's a good time to talk? I'd prefer to do phone if you're okay with that.'
Ten minutes later she still hadn't responded and he again began to think this must be a scam. Then his phone rang and he looked down to see her number in the caller id. "Hello?" he said.
"Tadd! It's Connie! I'm sorry, I was in the shower when you texted! As soon as I got out and dried off I saw your message and immediately called. So you're talking to a naked lady siting on a damp bath towel on her sofa." she laughed and then said, "Ok, that was probably TMI but true!"
"Damn," Tadd replied, "Now I wish I'd facetimed you instead!" He hoped that wasn't too much this early.
Connie laughed and said, "Hopefully we'll get to that at some point. So, how are you?"
"I'm good but confused. You're a beautiful, successful, young woman in your prime. What in the world could you possibly see in me?" Tadd asked.
"It's just as I said in my DMs. I'm attracted to intelligent people and I like maturity. I'm tired of the games men my age play. You seem to be financially secure while many guys my age want me because of my income. And something tells me that if we get together I'll never have to worry about you cheating on me. You don't seem the type.
"I know this is the first time we've spoken but I hope you're okay if we skip the bullshit small talk. I don't care what you did for a living and so on. I'd rather jump right to the good stuff," Connie declared.
"Ummm, okay, I guess. Just what do you consider the good stuff?" he asked.
"Sex, of course! How would you describe your libido? High, Low, Medium?" Connie asked.
"Well, a lot of that depends on the relationship and my partner. Best case scenario, I'd say Medium-High."
"Cool! I agree, if we don't turn each other on and make it a priority, it just dies. Speaking of dying, how often do you take the little blue pills?"
