A couple of weeks ago I befriended a young man, Thord, on FetLife. He had sent me a nice message and we had started talking. He’s a 24-year-old student at a nearby university. I’m still not sure why he was on FetLife. He doesn’t really seem to have any overt fetishes. However, he is sort of a quiet straight-laced geeky type, so I can see how he may not be wiling to divulge his fetishes right away. Physically, he is a good-looking muscular guy who, for some reason, reminds me of Alexander Skarsgård (Eric on True Blood). He’s no Endymion, but he ain’t bad. 😉
We met Friday night for a drink at a nearby restaurant. When I was on my way to the restaurant he sent me a text asking if I was nervous. I told him that I was a little nervous and asked if he was also. He said he was. I contemplated replying with something like, “I don’t bite” or “Don’t worry…I’m harmless.” Instead I chose to avoid lying to him and instead didn’t reply at all.
Once we were seated and started talking he seemed a lot more nervous than I was. It probably helped my nerves that I was sipping on a gin & tonic, while he stuck with Sprite. He doesn’t drink. I find that kind of odd for a college boy, but I also find it refreshing. I’m so sick of dating alcoholics.
I hate to admit it, but being 38 years old and sitting there with a 24-year-old hottie made me feel like the mac mama. It wasn’t planned. It’s not why I went to meet him, but damn if it wasn’t a nice feeling. (Yeah, I know that any good therapist would probably say that Continue reading