He hugged me and when I touched his arm it was a bit of a shock. It was hard as a rock. Really. I had forgotten what a young, really young, man's body feels like. (He's 22). It was interesting because many of the men I date are in good shape...but good shape for a man-of-a-certain age, not good shape like I was touching right then.
And then I laughed because I totally got it. It was the female equivalent of an older man lusting after a much younger woman's body. I forgive them all. I touched his arm again. I liked it. I'm not confused, though. I have zero interest in being with a 22 year old...but there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy, right?
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3 comments:
That's a whole 'nother blog--"When your good friend's son is FINE".
@dclicious: Ya got that right! HaHa!
I know, it's fun though, isn't it? That's why we couldn't stop laughing at the 22 year olds trying to hook up with us as cougars. It's nice to look but you can't be serious about them. . . but nice to look!
Josie x
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