Nothing could beat my older man’s sense of surprise and creativity! Our 22-year age difference gave Sam an edge over younger men in knowing how to keep the fun in a relationship. Most men in my age group—mid-20s—didn’t have the money or inventiveness to keep me on my toes the way Sam did.
“I want to take you somewhere for dinner Friday night. Wear a nice dress, but bring a warm jacket,” Sam said. Knowing how he operated, I would spend the next few days in great anticipation about where we were going, which, of course, was exactly what he intended. That Friday, he drove 60 miles to a romantic, outdoor restaurant that overlooked a lake. Ironically, the area we had just driven from was surrounded by lakes.
Another one of his favorites would happen as I was following him home from work. I’d see his turn signal indicating he was turning off the regular route. Following, I’d see him drive into the parking lot of one of our favorite restaurants, and he would buy me dinner. He did this just enough that I didn’t expect it, so when it did happen, it was always a delight.
One surprise Saturday, he picked me up for lunch and drove 75 miles up into the hills to a porcelain factory that had a restaurant attached. We had lunch at a table overlooking the hills and then toured the factory.
Sam’s years of experience with women—his wife and his affairs—had taught him that we like to be “swept away.” He did his best at this, which, of course, gave him extra rewards in the bedroom.
Like most women would, I loved the pampering! Sure, he was 46, but I was only 24 and still enjoying life. There was plenty of time for me to marry and have a family. I was so into pleasure-seeking, however, that the next thing I knew, I was 34. That was when I pulled the plug on our May-December relationship and ended it.
Sam had always told me, “I make a better boyfriend than a husband.” I eventually found out that he couldn’t be more right.
While he was very much into the courting aspect of our May-December relationship, he didn’t want the attached strings of another marriage. The truth is, early on in our relationship I did want to marry him, but he did me a huge favor by leaving us status quo, because when it ended, it was clean, and I did not have the heartbreak of a divorce.
Two years later, I did marry a wonderful man, but our attempt at having children proved unsuccessful. I had one non-functioning ovary, fibroids in my uterus, and severe endometriosis. We did not seek out extraordinary procedures to get pregnant, since I was getting older; rather, we decided to leave it to fate. So, while I might have been too late to have any children, fortunately I was not too late to find the ideal man to marry, share my life with, and grow old with.