Straight Male / 49
About 25 years ago when I (man 34) was divorced for about a year.
I traveled home by train after a job interview, which was succesful.
Although it was Friday afternoon, it was quiet in the train and, although there was plenty of room in the train, an older, somewhat chubby woman of (I estimate) 60 came sitting in front of me at a stop at the next station. Soon there was an animated conversation, in which I had heard her life story within half an hour. The woman was a widow and traveled home from her daughter's visit. I was a bit more reserved, but half an hour later the widow managed to find out that I was a newly divorced man, etc., etc. The conversations were so pleasant that I had already arrived at the station where I had to get out before I realized it . The widow found it very annoying that I had to get out and asked me if I wanted to travel with her to her house. On a whim I agreed because there was a very good feeling between us. The widow got out with me because I had to buy an additional ticket (that is how long ago it was)
To shorten a long story, I went to her house with her, where she first prepared a delicious dinner for us. The widow talked unceasingly, she had a lot to tell and I listened mainly. At one point she was gone for a moment and when she came back she was dressed in a bathrobe and asked me to take a shower. Then she took me to her bedroom and there we had a great night. When we woke up late in the morning, the widow confessed to me that it is really not her habit to pick up an unknown man, but she had done it now because she felt so good with me. She was a little embarrassed, but I reassured her there was no need for shame because I felt the same way.
After a fantastic weekend I had to go back home. I have been so stupid not to ask for her telephone number and not to note her address. A pity for the widow and a pity for me, despite the large age difference, I would have liked to have see her for a while.
I sometimes traveled to the station around the same time on Friday, but after three times I realized that this was a pointless action. It must have been that we could mean something to each other for such a short time and I still have warm feelings about it.
I traveled home by train after a job interview, which was succesful.
Although it was Friday afternoon, it was quiet in the train and, although there was plenty of room in the train, an older, somewhat chubby woman of (I estimate) 60 came sitting in front of me at a stop at the next station. Soon there was an animated conversation, in which I had heard her life story within half an hour. The woman was a widow and traveled home from her daughter's visit. I was a bit more reserved, but half an hour later the widow managed to find out that I was a newly divorced man, etc., etc. The conversations were so pleasant that I had already arrived at the station where I had to get out before I realized it . The widow found it very annoying that I had to get out and asked me if I wanted to travel with her to her house. On a whim I agreed because there was a very good feeling between us. The widow got out with me because I had to buy an additional ticket (that is how long ago it was)
To shorten a long story, I went to her house with her, where she first prepared a delicious dinner for us. The widow talked unceasingly, she had a lot to tell and I listened mainly. At one point she was gone for a moment and when she came back she was dressed in a bathrobe and asked me to take a shower. Then she took me to her bedroom and there we had a great night. When we woke up late in the morning, the widow confessed to me that it is really not her habit to pick up an unknown man, but she had done it now because she felt so good with me. She was a little embarrassed, but I reassured her there was no need for shame because I felt the same way.
After a fantastic weekend I had to go back home. I have been so stupid not to ask for her telephone number and not to note her address. A pity for the widow and a pity for me, despite the large age difference, I would have liked to have see her for a while.
I sometimes traveled to the station around the same time on Friday, but after three times I realized that this was a pointless action. It must have been that we could mean something to each other for such a short time and I still have warm feelings about it.
