He is 23. She is 37. What a world we live in. I have been scouring the internet for an articulate gent in the literary sense, a writer, albeit a compatriot, to join me on a wonderful adventure of love and romance. All the while, the Literary was waiting in the wings, kind of like how a Lion waits on the hunt for his lioness. In my case, the Lion is casing out the Cougar.
I have been at the mercy of men for the past few months. Often times or not, they have come and go, left me in their wake and abandoned me. The Literary has been guilty of this too. Being a 23 year-old young man, he has his choice of any lady he chooses. Dashing with his New Zealand blonde hair, and sharp marksman eyes, he hides behind his glasses with a sexy demeanor that will have many young women soaking wet in their panties. And that’s just looks, let’s not even talk about his intellect.
Within his words, I absolutely melt. I have been a den of mystery lately, as I have been dancing around with other suitors, but The Literary is in a class all by himself. I wrote about him before in my previous blog, but I think attention must be paid to a master. He is a dominant figure, and where I laugh in the faces of most Dominants, (because I mean really, who the fuck do they think are kidding trying to get a woman like me to submit), but this Dominant pursued the ever living shit out of me.
I have had men pursue me in the past, but not with such virility and determination. Where I turned him down many times, he still came after me, dying to touch the treasure beneath my panties. I often question if it was just te sex that had this young man so crazy for me, but it was so much more than that, according to him. No woman has ever stood toe to toe with him before. No woman has ever turned down his advances or cease to succumb to his charms. No woman ever defied him in such a way. My defiance, my strength, the command in which I present myself, enraptured this young man, to the point to which he has fallen in love with me and wants to make me his wife.
Where did such a thing come from you ask? That would be my prayers. You see, with the loss of my job, I fell into a deep depression of low self-esteem. I was vulnerable, exposed, naked, out there on the internet. I wanted a writer to drown my sorrows with, and to tease my pussy in a way that would make me forget my problems. That’s where my latest suitor presented himself, and I found myself in a submissive position for the first time in my life. “The Quiet Man” was the one I have been writing about, that I have enjoyed amazing orgasms and conversations with over the past few days during my vulnerable stage. But I became his bitch. I would hang on his every word, where he would become disinterested and go off and do something else. I would wait and hang back, till he contacted me, sometimes with the open=ended text and no response to my statements. The sheer volume of his aloof attitude towards me is something I would never have put up with in the past. Why now did “The Quiet Man” come? Why now has the Literary come to show me how much of an asshole “The Quiet Man” really is?
This young man, The Literary, for his 23 years of age reminded me of my worth. He reminded me that I need not hang on the words of a lesser man to keep his attention. He reminded me that I am a strong confident woman who takes no bullshit from no man. Who the fuck does “The Quiet Man” think he is treating me like some bottom bitch that he can just roll all over? It took a 23-year-old Lion to remind this 37-year-old Cougar just how lethal and sexy she is.
So I am going to say a prayer tonight, for all my ladies that are in shitty relationships. Does your man not pay attention to you? Do your texts go unanswered? Is that dumb ass video game or football more important than spending time with you? Do you feel unfulfilled like you don’t matter as much to him because he has you? You Don’t Need It. You hear me? You are worth more than that shit. As a 37-year-old single woman, with friends that have babies and happy marriages, I know your plight. I know you feel that clock ticking, but is your happiness worth this pseudo-reality of the perfect version of The Waltons? Is Facebook making you jealous and unworthy? You Don’t Need It.
I am 37 years old and I am in love with a 23-year-old man. I am living the impossible dream. I have a man in my life that absolutely worships me. Yeah, there’s a chance he will get cold feet and ghost me, but it doesn’t even matter because he showed me my worth. My prayers were answered, I got my power back. I am me again, and fuck it feels good.
Let no one take your power, man or woman.
Know your worth and own it.