Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire __One Percent - 1%__ Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never.



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He'd never seen my car. I started laughing before he asked, "What kind of car do you drive?"
I used to drive a `95 Dodge Neon, manual transmission (I said stick though). But now I drive something that is practical for my family...
We walked up on my Volvo. "This!?" "You're driving a station wagon!"
Yes, I know, thanks for pointing it out. Get in. *smile*

We rode quietly for a minute or two and of course I'm not one to stay silent for long. "I don't know what to say. I just don't know how to start conversation right now."
"You just did."
"*chuckling* Ok, there it is. Let's go from there."
I told him that 99.1 had 80's and 90's weekend.
I put on 99.5; good song was on.
I brought up some abstract commercial or something from the late 80's.
"Never heard of it. How old do you think I am?"
"Oh I know that you are young."
He looked a little -i don't know-.
"I'd say you were...19."
"Correct."
I mentioned how 19 was an age where some guys saw themselves as being let out of the stable.
"Naw, I did that earlier. How old are you?"
"31"
He told me that I looked a lot younger than my age. I told him that quite a few people have told me that and how glad I was that I did look younger and that people could see it. At the same time I said, "Thank you," he said, "You should be glad." "Really, thank you," I said again.
We got to my destination. I got what I needed. I asked if he had a place he needed to go. "I'm fine."
On the way back we chit-chatted, then he asked, "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
"I didn't lose it. I chose not to be a virgin anymore at 16."
"You were old! How'd you do that?"
"I called up a friend and asked him if he'd pick me up."
"Whoa, that must have been hard for him."
"Oh no. We knew each other and had an attraction. He wanted to...definitely."
He told me he was nine years old when he first had sex. [And here comes my little aside: While hearing this, the "Mom" in me was thinking I must be old because if Bren and Guin started having sex now... then I thought, should I complete telling them about sex and the facts of life? They say they don't wanna know anymore yet. I'm not gonna push `em, but I don't want them to go out there uninformed and listening to their peers... I could go on but I'll continue with the actual conversation, not the one in my head at the time.]
So I said that I had plenty of player boys in school trying to get me when I was 10 - 13. They were not for me. One tried to get me to take a bus to his house! Yeah, right.
We were almost to the house, giggling a little bit and enjoying each others company.
When we got out of the car I turned and said that just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't like to have fun.
"You're not old. You were old when you first had sex."
I couldn't think of anything else to say but I know that I felt pretty good. It was nice to have a much younger man let me know that I was still attractive.
Thanks Cutie. He's very handsome and full of energy. I could get into trouble. HA!

holla@me posted by MobiusRazor at 10:08