I was finally starting to feel like I could let my guard down. It may not have been the most intelligent or rational way to go about the relationship but the truth is, it just felt good.
After all of my failed relationships, brief romances and hookups, this seemed to finally be shaping into something I could see manifesting into permanence. It felt good to move fast, to say sweet things and, most of all, to just be myself and let a guy like me just the way I am. Quiet, there if I needed him and never pushy or overbearing.
Many older divorced or widowed men and women are in the same boat. You're probably not desperate enough to stalk your neighbors, or to go looking for friends with benefits in all the wrong places (bars come to mind).
For 50-plus types unwilling to walk — possibly rewalk — the path that leads to romance, rings and relocation, the prospect of a "friend with benefits" is looking less and less like a millennial indulgence.
After all, it gets awfully lonely waiting around for "the one." Perhaps you've decided that what you need at this point in your life is someone to talk to and laugh with — someone with whom you can share the sheets, but not the tax refund.
That’s one of the things I liked most about him, that I could just be myself. I enjoyed it and I became very comfortable, quickly. I didn’t want to never see him again as I had been planning only a few minutes earlier, as I lay plotting my escape.
I wasn’t worrying about speaking my mind or being too forward. It’s extremely unusual for me to let anyone into my life. And, over the last few weeks, I started to feel happy. And strangely, it didn’t scare me to feel like that. I put down my things, climbed back into bed and legitimately had a real conversation.
Good for the home owner, and he probably prevented a few more.
Don’t think I would have ran up to the car tho, I would be worried about getting shot.
The next morning (or even that night) come the recriminations: Was it wrong to give that person the sexual green light when you had no intention of rekindling the emotional side of the relationship?
Marilyn, a 57-year-old single colleague of mine, recently reconnected with someone she had worked with many years ago. "No," Marilyn said with a laugh, "it's better than that: I'm in like with him — and that's exactly where I want to be." She further confided that they planned to make their reunions "a regular thing — if four times a year can be called 'regular.' But I think that's about all I really want." Marilyn's casual approach to maintaining a friendship with benefits typifies the mindset of older folks who have reconciled themselves to having "great fun" even if it's "just one of those things." And episodic pleasure-seeking may be more common than you think: In The Normal Bar, a book I wrote last year with Chrisanna Northrup and James Witte, we reported that 61 percent of female survey respondents who had partners fantasized about someone they had met.
A man who took a package from the front porch of a home near Denkinger Rd. Each step you took as you ran away put you that much closer to hell. Your picture has been seen by a million Claycord viewers. Already your low life friends are turning you in for the reward we’ll pay.