I love older women. Not the way some guys like older women, because they think that older women are easier or that they all cant wait for a young stud that they can teach the ways of love and passion. Truth is, most older women dont want to bother, but I never needed anyone to show me the way around a woman anyway. No, I have a genuine lust for older women because I was introduced to them in the best possible way. I was about 22 at the time I had just come off of a marriage that had lasted less than a year and even though I was only recently separated, the relationship had been going south for some time and I was actually eager to date again. I decided to place a personal ad.

Now, in 1990 that wasnt as commonly accepted as it is today, and there was internet or online dating, at least that I was aware of. I took my ad out in the local City Paper.

Now, as a 22 year-old, I was very much into dress updress down type relationships a woman who could hang with the boys and shoot pool, but really doll herself up for a night on the town too hell, arent we still looking for that guys?. So in my ad I mentioned liking things such as dinner out, and the theater, etc., but I forgot to mention my age. I say I forgot but I think I was deliberately trying to avoid narrowing my response too much my thinking was I was likely to get so few responses as it was, why do anything to reduce my chances even further. Besides, I distinctly remember thinking I could see going out with someone older, dare I say in her 30s!! But leaving my age out, deliberate or not, probably in the end hurt my response, because no one knew if I was 20 or 70. And thats how it happened. In those days, there were 2 ways you could respond to personal ads: you could snail-mail a letter to the City Paper, to be forwarded to the person placing the ad, or you could call and leave a voicemail on a 900 number, of course, at like 2minute. So, as you can imagine, not many ladies breaking down the doors to answer personal ads of seemingly desperate men to begin with, much less paying 2minute to do it. But, diligently, I checked my voicemail every day only to be disappointed by no messages. Even a few choice ads that I had responded to had not replied to me. And then, I want to say on like the 4th day after the ad started running, it happened: you have one new message.

I wasnt ready to even listen to it! I wasnt expecting it! I had to get comfortable, really opened up to be ready to absorb what this woman had to say. And then I played the message. It was a voice I was not expecting. This was no preppy little 20 something like I had been used to dating. This was a woman! This was an OLDER woman! This was an OLD woman! She started telling me her name, and gave me a description of herselfexplained that she also liked the theater and dining out, etc.

But I really kind of half-listened to everything because she said early on that she was 49! Now, at a worldly 37, 49 sounds like a glorious number to meand Ive since been with many fantastic women in their 50sbut at the time I had never even dated anyone say more than a year older than myself, and 49 was 8 years older than my Mom!