Early last year I (19f) was playing around with chat apps and found one that let you find people in your local area. I was bored and lonely and “liked” a few people on there near me. I wasn’t on there to hook up so I didn’t care too much about age. And that’s how I got chatting with Andy, who was…71. Yes, 71.
He was good to chat with and we swapped pics after a while and he had actually kept in good shape. He cycled and looked after himself, and looked good for his age. He was a gentleman with me and didn’t try to hit on me after he’d seen what I looked like (average height, a little extra weight but not too much, big butt and D cup boobs). That was a nice change from most guys on those apps.
Anyway, we got to know each other over a few weeks. One Saturday night we were both stuck at home again and he jokingly (but I guess half seriously) invited me over for a glass of wine. It wasn’t too far away and I felt comfortable that it would just be that (wrong!) so I surprised him by accepting.