Before I moved to Hawaii, I was a virgin in every definition of the term. I had never seen a man's penis, let alone made love to one. Of course I had thought about having sex, but I had never actually moved past the thinking. I had hardly even dated in high school; my parents were so conservative and strict. This is 100% real-life, true-to-the-soul, straight from my diary authentic story.
My name is Patience. I am 5'7, average build (or as my friend likes to say, "the acreage is in the ass"), auburn hair landing an inch below my shoulders, full lips, and green eyes.
It was the Wednesday before Valentine's Day, and I was feeling absolutely miserable and alone. I was perusing Craig's List for a bike, and noticed that the site featured a personals section. I was interested to see what kind of stuff people posted, not necessarily "looking" for someone. There were the ads that you would expect, the creepers, the ones who thought they were all that, and the ones that were supposedly only looking for friends but were "open to the possibility of something more."
One ad happened to catch my eye. "Looking for high maintenance Valentine to make someone jealous." The title jumped off the page, so I clicked on the ad to check it out. "If you're interested, I'm willing to pay." Thinking for a minute, I decided to answer the ad. What else do I have to do this weekend? I thought. I figured if he even answered my reply, it might be fun.
So I emailed him. "Hey, I'm down for some fun this weekend..." I told him my basics, attached a picture, and sent that baby on its way. I had little hope that he would reply, so I went on my way and moved on with the week. A couple of days later, I got an email from him. "Wow, you're hot...too bad you can't drink..." I was thinking, oh well, fun down the drain...
But I sent him an email back, and told him thank you for the compliment. His reply was a bit startling, but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you looking for a sugar-daddy? I could be your secret lover..."
I replied, "lol, no, but thank you..."
"Oh how I would love to suck on that sexy bottom lip of yours..." he said.
His response excited me; while I didn't think of myself as ugly, I had always struggled with my self-esteem. No one had ever been so sexually upfront with me before. "Oh! Thank you!" was my response. Lol, I felt so stupid that I couldn't think of anything sexy to say.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Paul." I have always liked that name...nice and strong.
We flirted back and forth for a couple of emails...more like he told me how much he wanted to suck on my lip as I continued to grow more and more wet at the idea.
Finally, I asked him how old he was.
"50." He said. I was shocked; I didn't know what to think. Coming from a very conservative background, I couldn't help to feel like I was encroaching on forbidden territory. My brain decided to take the amused route.
"Lol, now I get the sugar-daddy joke..."
"Well, it wasn't really a joke," he said.
Oh, I thought. Once again, that little red flag popped up in my brain. I tried to push it aside.
"So you like the whole secret lover thing?" I asked.
"Usually women do not like being seen in public with an older man, because they are embarrassed."
"But don't you ever wish you had a real relationship? Have you ever been married?"
"No, I have never been married, nor do I have any children; which works out, divorce is really hard on kids."
"But what happened if you found your soul mate? Don't you wish for the real deal?"
"I have found my soul mate before..."
"But what happened? Isn't the whole 'soul mate' situation like a 'til death do us part type of thing?"
"To me, it was, but they all felt otherwise..."
"You mean you had more than one soul mate? I don't understand; I thought there was only one for each of us..."
"No, I had three soul mates."
I still didn't understand. He tried to explain his point of view, but I didn't get it. I always felt that there was that one person out there for each of us. Our philosophical discussion continued on for a couple of days, as he asked me questions about me and I asked him questions about him. Once again, he was able to shock me by one of his notes.
"There is no doubt in my mind that you are a Taurus..." which is absolutely true; my birthday is April 21st.
"Wow, how do you know that?" I asked.
"I have been with a lot of April babies, and everything about you points in that direction." "Like what?" I asked him.
He listed out a few qualities. Most of them were obvious matches to my personality, but some I did not understand. I asked how he could possibly know that I was loyal and dependable.
"Just the fact that you are carrying on a conversation with a complete stranger shows what type of person you are."
We started to discuss more sex-related topics. He asked if I had ever had sex before.
"No, I am a virgin..."
"Do you masturbate? Do you use any toys?"
"No," I said. "I have never masturbated before, and I don't want to lose my virginity to a piece of plastic."
"Have you ever had an orgasm? Wet dreams?"
"I have never had an orgasm, but I have had wet dreams before." The nature of our conversation was making me wet, as well.
