Here’s the story of how I slept with a much, much older man. Messed up? Probably but…read the story and tell me.
In 2020 I started University. I was 18. But instead of meeting new people, we get a few weeks of uni and then remote learning and lockdowns and all the rest of it. I’m more of a shy and introverted type but it was still disappointing.
Bored and now also lonely, with no job to go to anymore either, I start getting on chat apps to pass the time. I ended up having a really good conversation one night with a guy a couple of suburbs over who was a retired lawyer (I’m studying law). He was 74 but that didn’t matter, it was just a chat.
Lockdown goes on and on, and we keep chatting. Exchange photos, he’s surprisingly good looking, has taken care of himself and still cycles most days.
One Saturday night in mid June, I’m home by myself (my mum is still able to work) and it’s cold. Kent – the older guy – has a spa. It’s hot in there, and he’s jokingly teasing me about being cold. I joke back that if he was a gentleman he wouldn’t let a girl be cold on a winter’s night.