I invited Keegan over to go for a run with me. “We could keep each other motivated,” I reasoned with him. After our run, Keegan headed home to take care of some things. I reread his original dating profile and gave him a call. “You know, I really prefer your original dating profile. I would totally go out on a date with you,” I said.
Keegan didn’t know how to respond; he had three or four other women that were pining for his attention from the dating profile that I made for him. Then there was me, the youngest of all of them, and I was asking him out. He agreed enthusiastically, until I told him about my one rule.
“10 dates, no sex—that’s my rule. Take it or leave it,” I said, convinced he wouldn’t want to put the time, effort, or money into coming up with 10 unique dates in order to have sex with someone much younger. I needed to put him to the test to see how genuine he was.
“I’m perfectly happy with that, if that’s what you want. In fact, I actually love the idea,” he responded.
I was totally floored! I hadn’t expected he would agree to the challenge, let alone like the idea. I hadn’t had sex in ages, so this was going to be just as difficult for me. I had a feeling Keegan was dating a few other women from his dating profile at the same time, and he later admitted that he was. Not only did Keegan have me now, he still had the women who were interested in him from the new profile I had created for him. Talk about a serious win-win for him!
On our first date, I picked him up from work and we went out to dinner where we both got a little too tipsy. Then we went to the movies. Fortunately, drinking and movie theaters apparently have a sedative effect, because we were both exhausted and had a headache by the time we left. Knowing that things could definitely be better than this, we didn’t let one bad date hold us back.
Our second date was much better; this is actually where we shared our first kiss. It was more like the best make-out session ever with someone whose lips were incredibly soft and amazing. I knew then that I was already starting to fall for this guy, even though I was certain he didn’t feel quite the same about me just yet. I think he was being overly cautious because of my age.
By the time we reached our sixth date, I was dying to jump his bones. I felt like he had proven what a gentleman he could be, holding doors, honoring my “10 dates with no sex rule”, and just by being a gentle and loving man. The more we spent time together, the harder I fell for him, and I wanted him. I wanted him in my life permanently, and I wanted to shag his brains out every time I saw him.