A couple of years ago I met a very friendly, funny, attractive young lady working at a business in Dickinson, North Dakota. Just seeing her and being around her made me feel so much better. I regretted very much that I had not met her sooner. She had been in Dickinson for years without me meeting or seeing her before.
Of course I wrote a blog post article about her. Several months after I wrote the blog post article about her, she saw it while she away at college. She sent me a kind of curt reply in response to the article, which wasn’t so friendly.
Unlike all of the other women that I have ever written about, she was the only one that I ever contacted to ask if I could see her again. This was just before Christmas of 2019. She ignored me, but I am sure that she showed my email to some of her friends so that they could all laugh and make fun.
It is very common for women of all ages to shriek at me, saying that I have no business trying to become involved with young women. Oh, I completely disagree. Young women who have not outwardly turned mean yet, they are the only ones that I look forward to seeing.
Yesterday I was going through an email account that I do not use very often, when I saw an email from January of this year, that I had never seen or read. It was from a foreign man who I will call “Adam”, and it was about this young lady that I have been talking about so far in this blog post.
Adam was a few years older than me, and he was very enthusiastically saying that he felt exactly the same way as I did about her. You will not believe the rest of his email. In the case of this particular young lady, I honestly think that there is a 50% chance that Adam’s story is true, and an equal 50% chance that someone is pranking me.
I swear that I did not make this up:
I came across your blog while looking for new blogs to follow and this entry lit up a youthful part of my otherwise aging body.
I know the girl you blog about in this entry. I met her at (redacted), the one in Dickinson (I live in Taylor) and we spoke for a few minutes while her shift was ending. I knew she was special when she spoke; her voice and youthful glow, I’m sure you felt the same feeling. That rejuvenating passion only a young woman holds. God is good isn’t he, and he spent extra time with her.
I returned in a week’s time thinking she’d left for college, but “Aphrodite” (as I call her) was there and we had a chance to speak for a long unforgettable time. She told me about college, her promiscuous deeds, and the boys she liked. There was a list! What a popular girl.
We ended up speaking for an hour or so before we made our way to the Brickhouse on main st. and had a night to remember. I ate steak and potatoes and she had a salad and plenty of bread! We kept laughing together, I shared stories of my old loves and soon we found ourselves agreeing on spending the night together.
I can’t explain the beauty of her youth. Her fair skin was ecstasy when touched, her voice expelling passion as I explored virgin land, her back arching as I showed her all I knew. It was like riding a bike, she needed my help. She was passionate and fun with me. My bed became ours for the night.
We still talk and share. I would love to share stories and even photos of us if you would enjoy those.
Let me know,
your friend. “
What do you make of that? Even if this story is made up, what “Adam” wrote is how I felt about her too. And I wouldn’t put this past her, this is what she seemed like to me, it’s possible that this happened.
I think one of the reasons why women of all ages shriek at me for trying to become involved with younger women, is they know that younger women will do it.