Dan the man

As a white male in the 70’s and 80’s losing your virginity was something the was bragged about and lied about. Most of my friends had said they lost it around 15-16 years old, around the time we got our drivers license. That gave us a place to do it (the car) and endless locations, but for me the challenge was much greater I was as shy as a little girl. I had zero confidence of self esteem. I think my first real crush was my friends sister, looking back on it now I think it was because I was over there almost every day. One night I was cleaning my car over there and she came outside for what I thought was just friendly conversation only to find out later she wanted more. That was the first of many DOH head slap moments in my life, a Homer moment. We never got to where she wanted, never even made out and life just went on, she found a guy and I was still stuck with me. Forty years later, I’m working in Buffalo New York as I had been doing for the past 7 summers at this point I’m 54 years old divorced for 20 years had a long term relationship that had ended poorly just a few years prior, a father of two sons who hate me, I’m watching Shakespeare in Delaware park and I get a text that says “ hey I’m in Venice for a couple of weeks wondering if you would like to see an old friend “ I replied not knowing who it is “ I would love to but I’m in Buffalo for the summer “ She says “ that’s too bad I was really looking forward to seeing you and having my way with you”.

So that started a ton of suggestive texting with pictures, all the while I’m looking for flights and was lucky enough to find one that would put me there 3 days before she had to leave, perfect! I created a story to tell my client which involved problems with my house that needed me there asap, no problem. I packed a backpack pack because I didn’t know if I was even going to make it to my house or is this going to be a 3 day never leave the hotel room kind of thing. I landed in the late afternoon and picked up the rental car still plenty of time to get to her hotel and catch a sunset, or not. That’s the thing about the unknown it exciting, you the anticipation makes the mind play crazy scenarios that may or may not happen, I find it best to expect nothing and enjoy what ever happens. I arrived at the hotel which is located across the street from the beach I sat in the car and texted her asking what she was doing. She replied that she was sitting at the beach enjoying the sunshine I asked what color bathing suit she was wearing , beige. Okay I hit the beach and looked around for a woman in a beige suit sitting alone she would be one of the younger girls and if memory serves me she has brown hair. She texting me her dirty thoughts in a very playful way and I replying with the same banter. I see her in a beach chair down near the water sticking out like a sore thumb with her skin so white it will most likely burn without lotion. I approached her from behind stripping off my shirt and flip flops I put my phone and keys with my wallet in the middle of my shirt and wrapped the shirt laying it on the ground and walked maybe 15 feet from her and dove in the water. The water was warm and inviting and clear as day, I bobbed up turned towards her and asked her to join me. The look on her face was priceless, it took a few beats for her to recognize me, but when she did she got up and dove in bobbing up next to me. We had not see or spoke to each other in over 30 years, we’re neck deep in the water and we reach out to each other the feelings and emotions raging through our bodies the tingle of out touch shocked us back to reality but only for a moment, long enough to say “hi” before our lips smashed into each other with a hunger and yearning for only in fables and romance novels.

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