Personal Ads Bring Lovers Together

I was 34, and not dating much. What was worse, I worked so much, I was not meeting any young ladies who were "marriage material."

It was 1993. If my life to that point could be put on a tombstone it would say, "Here lies a good fellow who left this world much too soon, a man who never got the women he wanted, or wanted the women he got."

My name is Seth. I lived in the American South, along the Dan River, in the historic city of Danville, Virginia--the last Capital of the Confederacy! It is located on the Virginia-North Carolina border, just north of Greensboro.

I worked then as a dispatcher for a nearby sheriff's office. We generally worked twelve hour shifts, which were brutal. Three good things about that job though--it paid well, it was interesting every day, and our extra long shifts often gave us extra long weekends. In brief, my work life was pretty good, my personal life was pretty bad.

Socially speaking, I needed to figure out a new way to meet a nice woman who was sexy and single. I wanted to be married by the time I was 35. At least that was my goal. My best years were passing me by, and I well knew I did not have much more time to waste.

So--I put two personal ads in the style section of a newspaper. Personal ads were a big deal back then. People paid close attention to them, and not only the folks looking for a date or a mate. Who doesn't like a good love story, right?

Looking back, I enjoyed writing the personal ads more than going on the actual dates, but it was all a fun process. I created several ads. Since I did not want to put all my eggs in one basket, I ran two ads at a time. If the SWF, 22 to 35 I was looking for did not care for one ad, she might like the other one I put in the paper.

This was not deceptive on my part---just a test to see which ad attracted women, and which ad did not work. There was a knack to writing a good personal ad, and I was going to figure it out. I studied other ads, how risque were they, what seemed to be out-of-bounds? I quickly found that out. One of my early ads was rejected for being too wild, but I re-worked it, and tamed it down. Then it was accepted for newspaper publication. After that I just waited.

The responses came back sooner than I thought. I eventually received 17 letters and dated every lady, at least once. It was expensive, but exciting. I had to keep notes on who I took where, what did we eat, what did we talk about, etc. Above all--was there a love connection?

There was a lot to discover, but finding out all the stuff would be a fantastic journey. How much did I really like the woman? Did they like me? Were they pretty, brainy, did they have good bodies, were they nice people? Did they have a good sense of humor? Did they show any cleavage, show their legs? Had anyone actually flashed me in public during the dates?

Sexy bare legs, and creamy white thighs turned me on. I also had a foot fetish. Sexy sandals or flip flops on a woman have always been hot in my book. Did my dates wear panties, a bra, or neither? What about touch? Were the 17 women hand-shakers, big huggers, cheek-kissers, nymphos, great lovers or both.

You might laugh, but I remember one girl who kept her mouth tightly closed when I tried to kiss her good night. I don't think she had been successfully kissed by a man yet. I had no luck either. She did not want to get physical.

Guess I was not her Mister Right. I could appreciate and understand that. After all, I was not exactly God's gift to women. We all have our flaws, and must recognize our limitations, I suppose.

My favorite story came from a date I went on with a heavy girl, with the big heart, who had clearly been an old maid for a long time. She cared about the feelings of others. Said I'd better get her home by at least ten o'clock, because her parents went to bed early.

So, after weeks of dates with the 17 women, there were four contenders. One was fat, but loved sex. Another was short, but loved baseball. I loved baseball, too. It was no small thing to find a decent-looking woman who knew the sport, knew baseball history, the players, and even trivia. A woman who liked going to baseball games as much as I did. What a find. She was also a good and energetic kisser to boot.

Looking back now from a perspective of the last 30 years--I might have picked her as the winner from the group of 17.

The third contender was the youngest and the smartest of them all, but she was a Yankee. Not a baseball Yankee fan, she was from the North. How would that go over down South with my family and friends? Probably not very well, but I did not care. My mission was more important than petty sectional differences. She was 22 and had just started graduate school at a nearby college. She had actually responded to both my ads, so maybe we had more in common than most. Looked at another way, we both clearly wanted to quickly find a new lover and perhaps a life-long mate. She was 12-years my junior, but neither of us had ever been married. Marriage was something we both expected, sooner than later, especially in my case. I once said, "Where have you been all this time? She said, "grade school." That was clever, but pointed out to me how much age difference we really had to bridge.

The fourth contender was the prettiest, but proved to be the most sexually selfish. Just wanted me to go down on her all the time. We had sex with a condom instead, which I hated. She hated woman-on-top, which I liked best. I woke up hard as hell the next morning in her bed. We were still naked, so I suggested me on top, then breakfast at a nice brunch-style restaurant. But, she wanted me to leave her house, which I did. We never fucked again or saw each other again. Jenny was very horny when I first met her, but it simply did not work out. Had her heart set on endless oral sex. It was all she really wanted, it seemed to me. Straight sex or a blow job for me was out of the question. Guess I should have gone down on her. Now I would oblige her request. Back then I did not.

On the other hand, the fat lady I mentioned earlier was really fun. Jane could eat. She had been the first woman I took out among the 17. I took her to a nice all-you-can eat restaurant. She ate so much for so long the owner came out and said "hey--all-you-can-eat is not forever." We left. It was kind of funny, really, but I tried not to laugh.

It would have greatly upset me if the owner talked to me like that, but ol' Jane did not care, she had a full stomach, and that was all that mattered. Jane had a way of getting everything she wanted eventually. We left for her place in her red car.

Within about three hours of me meeting Miss Jane, her blouse and bra were on her living room floor and I was on her couch playing with her massive tits. Biggest I ever saw. So big, so soft, and so sensitive to my touch. She got so turned on, she got wet. Pleaded with me to get naked and stick my dick into her shaved pussy right then and there in the living room. I did--over and over, on the couch, on a table, and in her bed, for hours. By my count, we made love nine times that weekend. We were both horny as hell. It had been years since either one of us had sex. Years! The next morning I asked for a ride to go get my car. She said no, she was not done fucking me yet. I stayed a while. She had her way with me. I was happy, but my dick was so sore after that.

Finally I'll tell you about me and the 22-year old grad student. Her name was Morgan. She loved romance, enjoyed walks near the water, eating at restaurants, plus movies and all types of wild sex. She was experienced and relaxed for such a young woman. Morgan was impressive, mind, body, and soul. I loved sleeping with her. She had olive skin, which was fantastic. Best of all, she got shots regularly, so we never had to worry much about her getting pregnant.

It went well. I'd met Morgan by using the personal ads. We clicked, we got along, we made each other happy. She was too serious about life, but on balance Morgan was marriage material.

I also found out that Morgan had an abortion when she was 20. That explained why she made sure to get those shots.

I found out more things--she was not afraid of car nudity or outdoor nudity. We were in the mountains hiking one hot day in August.

The sound of motorcycles nearby scared me, but turned her on. They seemed close and were getting closer all the time. I wanted them gone, so I could play with Morgan's hot body. She wore short shorts with a small top that showed a lot of skin above her belly button area.

Morgan was horny too, and said, "its so fucking hot, lets hike nude on this trail, Seth."

Before I knew it, she started snapping pictures of me stripping naked for the hike. I thought it was a camera that spit the picture right out. Nope, it was a camera loaded with expensive film that had to be developed and printed in a store.

That fact alone turned me on. I also took some great nude photos of her. We'll see if she gets those naked pictures of her developed. I thought not.

Just think--someone, a stranger, would see, develop, and print the photos. The photo developer could make copies of his/her own. That was a wild and sexy thought. The photos could also come back to haunt me.

On the way back to town Morgan wanted to go to a drug store. I figured she needed some female items. She did, but she also secretly took our pictures in to get printed, which floored me. I did not know she even had the film roll with her.

I'd met Morgan, a young, and sexy girl who did not mind getting naked in public. In fact, as we drove back from the hike she stripped and changed clothes in my car going down the highway. I think the idea of getting caught naked in a moving car actually turned her on. I loved the strip show in my front seat.

She picked up the nude photos from the drug store a few day later. Even showed them to her sorority members and to other girls at school. Oh boy, the end of my police dispatching career was coming, I feared. I hoped the nude pictures never got out more than they already had.

Right after we took the photos I was so turned on, we made love near the hiking trail in some high grass in broad daylight. It was fun, but I heard several of motorcycles getting closer. They could easily reach us and see us fucking, but I was too hard and too turned on to stop. We kept at it right out in the open for about ten minutes. The cycles never came, but I did, all over Morgan, and in the grass, too.

I was now hooked on this smart, brave, and sexy young girl. A couple of personal ads brought us together. We got married two years later, and stayed married. No kids, but we always have fun.