Conner Macmillan surveyed himself critically in the
mirror. Not bad for a 32-year-old
still-young stud, eh? Am I still able to get the attention of a really hot
chick? God, I hope so. I have to know that I have what it takes to attract and
satisfy that kind of woman. Let’s see, what would my “ideal” woman be like …
As
he continued to assess his dark-brown hair, brown eyes, classical nose and
well-formed lips, with a secret smile, he thought about the kind of woman to
whom he would want to appeal the most. She would be petite and blonde, with
bluish-green eyes, a small turned-up nose and a bright smile. She would also be
smart and have a sense of humour that would be sure to make him laugh. And of
course she would have to have a body that a dashing and handsome guy like
himself would cheerfully die for. But how old would she be? Come to think of it, I have no idea what age
my “ideal” woman should be. Should she be younger or older? How much older than
me should she be? I’ve never been with a significantly older woman, but I’ll
bet she could teach me a lot about sex, relationships and life in general …
maybe I should give it a try.
With
this thought in mind, Conner started getting ready to go out for the evening. He
planned on wearing clothes that any young male would consider virile when “on
the make.” He thought about his numerous previous sexual conquests and
remembered something from the past—women didn’t seem to care what a man wore as
long as he was neat and clean. They seemed to really like it though when a man
exuded self-confidence and charm and was well-groomed and physically attractive—amazingly
enough, he did not have to be the best looking guy in the place. If he had a
pleasant personality, that helped too. Conner knew that, while he was certainly
attractive to the opposite sex, there were other men out there who could
definitely compete with him in this arena. He wanted to have something special
to offer a woman, especially if she displayed an interest in getting to know
him better. What that “special something” was he had no idea, but he was about
to find out—from an older woman.
As
a rule, he never made plans ahead of time about what kind of woman he would
meet and hopefully bring home for the night. He knew making plans like that
never worked. It was often the luck of the draw—being in the right place at the
right time. Call it an accident of fate, if you will, but the fact was, if you
were a man looking for a particular type of woman, you would never find her. You
had to be open to meeting many different women, and then sometimes you “lucked
out” and found someone you just clicked with. That’s when you knew she was the
one for you—because she was responding to that “special something” that you
were never aware of before but obviously possessed. As a man on the make, you
did not always want to show a woman how special you were, but when the right
woman came along, you somehow found it in yourself to be the man that you
thought she might be looking for.
It
really is funny how life operates, isn’t it? Conner surmised. If
it’s meant to be, it will be … and all the planning and preparation in
the world was not going to help when it came to finding her. Conner just
knew that he had not yet been lucky enough to meet her, but he was willing to go out on a limb and meet whoever was
out there that wanted to meet him. If it took awhile to accomplish that, so be
it. He was not in any hurry; in fact, he was out to enjoy the ride. Life is a journey, so we are told. How many
people meet their true mate in life the first time out and get her to agree to commit to something long term so that they
can live together happily ever after? Is
there such a thing as “happily ever after”? Conner wasn’t at all sure there
was such a thing. These were questions to which Conner did not have the
answers, but nobody could accuse him of not trying hard enough to find out.
As
he was getting ready to go out, Conner thought back to the first girl he had
ever considered “special.” As a teenager and young adult, he had never had any
trouble meeting eligible females to date or to take to bed. Over time, he began
to realize that there was a huge difference between making love to a woman and
being in love with her. To him, sex was just something you did with someone of
the opposite sex because you felt like it and you had a willing and eligible
partner. It wasn’t his fault that he felt like having sex a lot and that there
were many willing and eligible partners available.
One
day at age 20, he had allowed himself to fall for someone, a girl who was 18 at
the time. She was very cute, with medium-length light-blonde hair, clear blue
eyes, a very feminine nose and a lovely smile. Her name was Lindy Mitchell and
she was the most beautiful girl Conner had ever met in his young life. She
appeared to reciprocate his appreciative feelings. When they went on dates, she
wore stylish clothing that suited her slim figure; he constantly admired her
good taste in fashion. They always had a good time together because she was
inherently considerate, compassionate and a good listener. She was also very
bright. He would tell her about his life as a student teacher of dramatic arts,
and she told him about her life as a college student, studying to become a
professional gymnastics coach.
While they had a certain amount in common
due to their love of teaching, there were also some differences. It wasn’t
until he’d been dating Lindy for almost a year that he realized how those
differences impacted their relationship. She had not had nearly the exposure to
intimate relationships with men that he’d already had with women, so it became
obvious that she was somewhat naïve about men and their devious ways. Still, he
loved her for her innocence and ingenuousness and resolved to be the best
boyfriend he could possibly be.
Eventually,
however, they broke up. While she was on vacation in the Dominican Republic
Given
the events of Conner’s young life so far, it was going to take a minor miracle
if he ever met another woman he could connect with, want to make love to and at
the same time be able to commiserate with. Lindy had been his confidante and
best friend; it was going to take an exceptional woman to make him forget her.
But one day, against all odds, he met
Gabrielle. She was a real beauty—albeit in a different way than any woman he’d
been with. She had long black hair, flashing dark eyes, a classical yet
feminine nose and a beautiful smile. She also had a temperamental personality. On
one hand, she could be very charming and nice to people, yet in the flash of an
eye she could lose her temper and would say whatever happened to be on her
mind. The most wonderful thing about her was that she was extremely honest and
forthright in whatever she said to him, or to anyone else for that matter,
leading Conner to believe he could trust her. At the same time, she was
extremely unpredictable, leading Conner to also believe she could surprise him
at any time.
As
insane as it sounds, he was smitten with Gabrielle from the moment he met her. He
was willing to do absolutely anything for her, which was not like him. Historically,
Conner was more likely to think of his own needs when it came to dating women. Call
it the luck of the draw, but he had finally met his match—physically,
emotionally and intellectually. From now on, he knew that no matter who else he
met and dated, there would never be another Gabrielle for him. At the same
time, he was also very scared because he had not let anyone near his heart
since Lindy had left him. Unfortunately, Conner still had no clear idea of how
Gabrielle really felt about him—she was a closed book on the subject. Although
this lent mystery and excitement to their intimacy, he thought that if she ever
dumped him for another man, he might actually have a nervous breakdown. He made
it his mission to discover who she really was, what her vulnerabilities were,
and, most of all, how he could make her fall in love with him. It was going to
be a challenge like no other, to be sure.
It
was only after six months of dating her that he discovered she was 40, eight years
his senior. Gabrielle obviously didn’t advertise her age. When he found out she
was actually older than him, he had an unusual reaction. He liked her even
more, despite their age difference. Her age made her appear more experienced in
life than he was, and he truly admired that about her. He felt she could teach
him things about people’s intimate relationships and sex than he might have
found out on his own.
One day, he asked, “What do you think is the key difference between
sex and love?” I’ll bet you can’t answer
that one! he thought.
Gabrielle’s
answer astounded him. “People often think sex and love is one and the same;
however, nothing could be further from the truth. Sex is simply a preprogrammed
response to someone you find physically attractive. You get aroused physically
and you just want to do it … you don’t question that feeling at all …
you just ‘go with the flow,’ so to speak. On the other hand, love happens when
you find someone who makes you happy, who makes you laugh when you don’t feel
at all like laughing and who makes you want to do things for her simply because
you know it will make her happy. That is true love.”
Conner
thought about it for a moment and then replied, “You know, I think you’re
right. I never before questioned the sexual feelings I had for anyone. It felt
right to sleep with them at the time, so I did. When it was over, it was over. There
was no residual feeling of love for this woman unless love had already existed
before our sexual encounter. So, I would say this—true love happens when you
want to please your partner sexually more than you want to please yourself. And,
speaking as a man, I would personally not be happy until and unless my woman
was fully and completely satisfied. If that happened, then I would know I was a
real man.”
On another day much later on, Conner
asked Gabrielle, “Could you show me how to please you so that I can feel
confidence in myself and never again doubt myself and my abilities?”
To
which Gabrielle replied, “If you are as willing to learn from me about
relationships as you are about learning how to teach students in high school,
you will learn something valuable from me. However, just know this—the only
reason you will learn something from me is because you’ve finally realized you
don’t have all the answers to life. That’s because life is extremely complex
and relationships are no exception. You must find out first who you really are and accept yourself
wholeheartedly. Then, you must accept your chosen woman wholeheartedly, as
well. When that happens, you will be
able to find it in your heart to give of yourself, fully, to the woman you love
and that will make you both winners in the game of life. At that point, you can
be happy together, probably for the rest of your lives.”
Conner,
after giving these things much thought, knew that Gabrielle was the woman for
him. He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever met, including Lindy. Gabrielle
had made him want to act like the real man he thought she wanted and needed in
her life. And because of that, he now felt like a real man, the man he wanted
and needed to be. He knew he would love Gabrielle for the rest of his life for
the wonderful things she had done for his manhood.copyright - Anne Shier, 2013, all rights reserved, published by Authorhouse, Bloomington, Indiana, USA
No comments:
Post a Comment