Taking A More Direct Strategy, Waiting Never Worked

This isn't some erotic confession, it's a confession of losing my virginity at 37. I was unlucky in love, never met the 'guy', I had a lot of friends but no one who triggered a relationship. I met a woman at my work, she was in Benefits and I work in Accounting. Like me she is in her mid thirties, but she has had many sexual partners and puts herself out there and gets picked up by older men. She has never wanted a 'keeper', too much trouble.

She convinced me to get a full Brazilian, to go out with her commando, no underwear, and to let the first man to make a pass at me pick me up. Sex with a stranger. The man who made a pass at me is in his mid fifties, divorced, hunting for sex. We went to one of her known wine bars, sat at the counter so we would be up high. We were made up, freshly showered and dressed for the evening, not after work. We ordered white wine and cheese.

Several men walked by, she told me they were shopping. If a man makes eye contact, keep it up. Size him up, does he look like he can pull it off or is he just window shopping. Your the bait, he's the wolf. He's shopping for fresh meat, a new one. Let him do what ever he wants, whatever, don't stop him. You're on sale, he is shopping.

This man who picked me up, he was experienced, usually looking for a younger woman, he likes women who are poor who want a man to spend money on them. He told me, after he fucked me, that I was out of the norm for him. That night the pickings were poor, the young women were just not there and he didn't want to go home empty handed. He fucked me in my apartment, he was surprised that I had been fully waxed for my first time.

There was no lovemaking, no foreplay. It was an event, he paid for the ticket when he picked up the tab, and he was there for one thing. To fuck. I laid back on my bed with my legs open and he fucked me. It was only afterwards that we talked. He is not a keeper, he's among other things an alcoholic and 'likes' fresh meat, he doesn't like seconds. Young, broke, single mothers are his specialty. I told him out and out that I had gone for one reason only, to have a man fuck me. I am not interested in a relationship.

I don't believe that I will go out like this again. I might hang out with my friend but not to get picked up. Not yet. If I had my choice, the man I'm looking for is serious and mature and has enough money to afford a wife. I am 37 so children is a way out there, unless I got knocked up on Friday.