Guys just don’t

In the mid to late 90's, before the internet became the thing you can't live without today, you had a land-line phone and an America Online (AOL) account or a Prodigy or a Compuserve account.  But I digress, anyway, on these internet providers that you used to have to dial into with your dial-up modem, you would log into AOL's chat rooms.  I have always been a fan of thick women, plump in the rump, whatever, it's just my taste in women. 

But back then, we didn't have a PAWG chat room or fat bottomed girls chat - you had BBW or SSSBBW.  So in these chat rooms, you'd join in a discussion, pick out someone who you thought you'd like to get to know more and then private message them.  You'd chat for a while, then you would exchange pictures. After that when you get a number, you'd call them and then when your ear hairs would curl, you'd engage in phone sex or what have you.

But on this particular day, I found an older woman to talk with, I wasn't aware of this additional attraction to women but I was.  If I look back on it now, yeah, it was part of my flavor palette.  And there was an incident when I was 21 that I may write about later... But I digress, so I called up this woman, and we agreed to meet the next day.  It was a hike for me, but hey, I was a nerd in my mid twenties, and wasn't experienced - I was going to get laid.

See here is where I wish the idea of cat fishing came up in my day.  Because when I met her, she was much older than she said...MUCH OLDER.  I won't go into details, nor will I go into the blow by blow, but...there was a goal in mind, and a goal was achieved.  

Afterwords, I was asked if I would come back...

"Sure...", I lied through my teeth.

I got into my car, and started my drive home.  I stopped at a McDonald's and grabbed something to eat, and on the ride home, I turned on the radio, and started crying.

"What did you just do???" I was thinking to myself.  Asking myself the same thing over and over later as I drove on.

Then I was mad at myself for crying, hey, its just the era I was raised in.  Guys just don't cry in bathrooms after sex.  Nor did this guy, I did it on the ride home.  My own "walk of shame" if you will.  But it was after that encounter, that I never told a woman something that wasn't true in the bedroom, ever again.  I don't know what it was, to me it was just something not right in lying to someone you are about to be intimate with.  It was also after this encounter that I never judged people on who they chose to sleep with because every now and then, we all need a little closeness.