By Kendra Holliday | September 11, 2013 at 4:35 am
A guest post by Lisa, the same woman who wrote A Single Woman’s Experience with Polyamory.
I’ve been a member of an online dating site for a few years now and have found it an excellent way to meet potential suitors.
I am an average-looking, 48 year old woman – your typical suburban mom-type. I’ve met a few nice guys within my dating range and am quite happy with my current relationship.
Lately, I’ve noticed a trend. Younger and younger men are contacting me looking to “date”– the latest being a mere 20 years old.
Initially, I suspected that these were just young studs looking to mount any free pussy they could easily acquire – their thought process being that a middle-aged woman might be having less sex than they may have once had and therefore an easy lay.
While some offered to blow the cobwebs from my lady cave, most seemed to genuinely be looking for more than a casual hit and run. I assumed that once I told them that I, in fact, have a very active, hot sex life that was anything but vanilla, they’d be gone. Not so, they were more interested and pursued me even harder!
While I’ve always been attracted to younger men, I was not comfortable bedding anyone younger than my own children. I’ve always been interested in psychology and especially what drives people to desire things, so I decided to investigate a bit more.
So, when Jacob, the next baby-faced twenty-year old, came calling, I asked him for some input. He assured me that he was genuinely interested in me as a person and seemed to want to get to know me even though I told him I’d have to draw the line at anything sexual. Even after reminding him of our 28 year age difference, he was undeterred and asked me to dinner and a movie. I declined, but asked if I could inquire about his dating habits and he graciously explained his attraction to older women:
“They are confident in who they are, sexually mature and beyond the drama and bullshit of girls my age.” He went further, “They know what they want, and they aren’t afraid to ask for it and give instruction on what I need to do to give it to them. That’s the definition of hot!” He wanted a teacher. He wanted direction. He wanted to feel confident about himself for having successfully pleased someone.
Now, there’s a thousand psychological “boy needs his mommy” studies out there, but I think it boils down to the simplicity of clear communication. Tell me what you want so I can give it to you, and I’ll feel like the man I want to be for having met your needs. I understand and respect that. Although I won’t be partaking or reaping the benefits of these brave young men, I tip my hat to them for having moxie and for going after what they want.