Not All It Was Cracked Up To Be.
I was 18, although he thought I was 20. He was 38, was divorced with two kids and I was convinced that he was young at heart and desperate for some lighthearted fun. We dated for three months, seeing each other at least three times a week, I believed that the the sex was brilliant and the company was brilliant, he imparted a lot of knowledge. It took me too long to realise that he was just a selfish old man. He just wanted a companion on his arm and he made this very clear when he dumped me purely by cutting off all contact without a word.