A Love Story!I met the girl I fell in love with when I was 25. I say girl, she was a woman of 41. I met her while out with my friends. I was slightly drunk (one too many Jack Daniels). I was dancing like I usually do when I'm out when I suddenly I felt arms around my waist. I turned around and was met face to face with her. I could tell that she was slightly tipsy herself. I remember thinking she wasn't the prettiest girl there, then I instantly scolded myself for judging by looks, she was every cute though. We started to dance and before I knew it we were kissing. A drunk kiss but still one I remember today, we had stopped dancing at this point and were just in the middle of the dance floor kissing. We continue dancing for the rest of the night and I only had eyes for her, when that evening was over we exchanged phone numbers but I had no intention of calling her, this was a one night thing, kissing, great but nothing more. I honestly thought she felt the same way, but imagine my surprise when the next day I received a call from her asking to meet me. I admit I was a little taken aback by her forwardness but we had a nice chat on the phone and I agreed to meet her at a bar. As far as first dates go it was my best, we clicked instantly, she made me laugh I did the the same, we talked about everything and then she asked me how old I was. I told her 25 and her whole demenour changed, she soon made her excuses and left and I thought, wtf!! I tried to call her that night but couldn't get an answer. I had met an amazing woman and as soon as she was there, she was gone. I left her messages asking her to call me for days, asking her why she didn't want to talk to me. I had given up hope of seeing her again when a few days later I was out again at the same bar where we had our first 'date' I was having a drink when I noticed her across the room, I remember my heart was going twice as quick as I raced across the room to find her. When I caught up with her i just tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around all she could do was smile at me, I took her aside and asked her why she hadn't returned any of my calls or texts the last week. I think id caught her off guard as she seemed to melt, she said she was embarrassed to say, but she thought she was too old for me. I knew she was older than me and I didn't care, I had been brought up to believe that age shouldn't be a factor in a relationship. I told her I didn't care and that I enjoyed her company and would love to see her again. I could tell she was still a little apprehensive, so I asked her to dance and that was the start of another great night. That was the start of us, we were great together, we had interests in common, and when we eventually had sex, it was amazing. We were lucky because we lived and worked close to each other. We saw each other whenever we could, each time we were together we learned new things about each other, a weird thing was that we never argued, we were totally comfortable with each other. Of course every relationship has its strains and ours was our age difference, which I had to always convince her was not an issue. My parents liked her, my friends liked her, her friends liked me. I didn't see any problems, but she kept bringing it up, subtle at first in general conversation, laughing it off but as time went by i could see it was becoming more of an issue with her. By this stage I was totally in love. I had been in relationships before but had never, ever felt this way before. I found out soon after that this issue was not going away. I would have done anything to make her feel better on the issue, but either it was a real issue for her or she was looking for a way out and our age difference was a decent excuse for her. One day we went out and I knew by her body language that this night was our last. It was exactly like I thought, she didn't want to string me along anymore were her words. She thought I could find someone better. I told her I loved her, I could see myself with her for the rest our my life. Maybe it was my own immaturity that led me to fall in love so quickly (i don't think 8 months is too quick). Maybe i'm just a hopeless romantic, but I was absolutely devestated. She had pursued me initially and as soon as she learned my age she distanced herself, i should have seen this as a sign but I foolishly let myself fall in love with her and what's more is she knew how I felt all the way through our relationship and let it continue as long as it did. I always thought, should I be mad that she let it get this far, or should i be grateful for our relationship. All I know is I want that love again.
shadoweyes 26-30, M 12 Responses 5 May 29, 2010