i was 17 and she was 44
she worked in the canteen at the training centre i was at and was the filthiest women i have ever known, and with me being the kinkiest fucker i know it was a match made in heaven. she fucked me with a strap on while choking me with a belt off a dressing gown and i loved it, never been able to get a lass to do it since mind. shame.
(studdley ruffrod no crack too slack, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:48, 2 replies)

I was 20, she was 54
All went swimmingly until she started buying me socks and underwear, and I thought "You're not my mother" and ran a mile like the daft young buck I was.
(JohabMorelli is spenging merrily away, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:36, Reply)

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Best I ever had: 9 years older than me. Filthy-minded minx she was, game for anything.
Worst I ever had: 7 years younger. Uptight and frightened of novelty.

I'll stick to the older ones, thanks.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:34, 1 reply)

ah..older women
Me - I was 20, she was 42. And married. And her daughters fiance had been in the year above me at school. That was awkward at family get togethers. Saw sense and met a hot 20yr old English student and got engaged, so all good there.

When in a band when i was 17, my mate and drummer, Rez, was a total dog. Shag anything. We played all sorts of gigs, for muso-ness and cash. At one jazz style gig we did for a wedding, he eyed up, pulled, and shagged a 67yr old granny. Quote - "A bit dry, but she were right grateful..."

Legend...
(jameslib, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:29, Reply)

Other than...
...one of my girlfriends when I was at school, (who was the same age as me - the rest were older) and a medical student when I was 26-28 (she was 18-20), every woman I have slept with/been out with/married has been older than me. Usually by 5-10 years.

The medical student was a real sweetheart - generous, funny and kinky as all hell - but there's something about an older woman.

Maybe it's because she's there looking back in time at where you are, and you can feel the weight of that experience.

Maybe it's because in some cases (sorry to sound misogynistic - I don't mean it that way) she validates her own beauty and vitality by proving that she can snare a younger man.

Whatever the case, an older partner is definitely my preference.

Just about the only thing to watch out for is catching yourself imagining the line of men which stretches into the distance who have, in the last 20-30 years, watched their sauce drip out of her labia. I am *definitely* not the jealous type, but this really isn't pleasant.

Of course if you believe the statistics, the same is apparently true of anyone over 14 these days.
(Guizmeaux, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 17:55, Reply)

Double standards.
My girlfriend is 5 years my senior.(25 to my 20)She was also a teacher when we met when I was 18. However the story isn't about us it's about her younger sisters.
Sister A has been with her partner for 7 years and was just 16 when they got together to his 22.
Sister B is with a man twice her age.(42 to 21)
But which one does her mother think inappropriate due to the age gap?
Me and Mrs ticklishrew.
(ticklishrew, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 17:51, 1 reply)

Then I felt his tongue on my toes and then I felt it move up my leg. I looked at how I had folded my clothes neatly by the side of his single bed. My mother would have been proud, to a certain extent at least.
[background]

After *** left and said she really wasn't coming back this time, I went a bit mental. There were several consequences of this; an STD, I think, a lingeringly tedious addition to sulphate sprinkled amphetamines (alchohism having predated this particular trough by a bad half decade or so), and homelessness. At the time, I waltzed through life with a jaunty smile and a spring laden step. (now, with my own set of screwdrivers, plates and properly catalogued pornography, I have black fear of anything; odd huh?)
So I found myself living in hotels for a while. I tried sleeping in a park, really I did. But there was just something so, so, unamusing about it. I'd stay in a hotel, pay for a week or so, win some cheap trust then extend my stay saying my cheque book had to come over from England; could I stay a week or so and then pay when it arrived? You can only do this so long and I felt the whole time a sort of edgyness which made me paranoid everytime I thought of how many drugs I had in my backpack, and the tales of brutality I had heard about the local police force.

[the end of the background]

Anyway

One spring day, the sun as tentative and as enticing as the first kiss of a new love, I walked down the cobbled streets of the old town. The plane trees were still in the gentle breeze. The people of the town milled and scurried past me warm hearted and their gossip curled around the floors of the streets, curled up my legs and sidled, warm, into my ears. An oldish man (50, maybe, if you were in a good mood) stopped me.

He asked me whether I was looking for somewhere to live

I said I was

He said that was lucky, as he was a landlord.

He showed me a sordid, lonely looking bedsit. I asked about the price. I said I couldn't afford it (probably without listening to the price first). He asked me for lunch and said we'd talk about it over lunch. So I found myself in a large, parquet floored appartment over looking some tidy gardens.

I noticed he closed the windows carefully as we went in,and unfurled the bunched lace curtains from the oak shutters till they hung loose over the windows.

And I noticed that he locked the door and I told myself to be careful. But half a bottle of hock later, my hand trembled only slightly as I lit my post prandial cigarette. I had not eaten for two days and put it down to hunger.

We talked about him. He talked about Japanese condoms (the best you can get, apparently. strong but thin). He talked about his love of MMF thresomes which he had with his cousin (typical bloody foreigners eh?). They had to go to her place out in the hills as she made too much noise in his flat, and he had to be careful.

Then he told me I was very thin, and very pale (er, drugs, duh!). He said he knew the rent was a lot, but we could come to some agreement. I remember I was sitting at the big oak table on a stool. I put my hands gently on the lace of the table. I remember how the lace felt. I was young, tired and hungry. He said he liked my feet and would like to see them.

I knew exactly what I was doing as we each undressed. Then he suggested we go to his room. I carried my clothes, making sure I rembered where my rucksack with my meagre posessions was, and, more crucially, where he had hidden the key to the door (in the cutlery drawer; people always put their keys in there).

I felt extremely stupid as I follwed him to his room. I am really ugly, and skinny and shy. He told me to lay down on the bed. I did so, face up. I wondered why the bed was single, but did not think more about it.

"There's no way I am sucking his cock" I thought to myself. "There's just no way".


I wondered if I would bum him. I thought, probably not.

He said in rather formal language that he wondered whether he could kiss my feet.

I did not know the local phrase for 'fire away' but said "sure".

He started to kiss the soles of my feet. I was a bit embarrassed on account of how I must surely stink, but figured it was up to him to complain. I felt his tongue on the sole of my foot, then I felt his tongue on my toes and then I felt it move up my leg. I looked at how I had folded my clothes neatly by the side of his single bed. My mother would have been proud, to a certain extent at least. Thinking of my mother triggered an involuntary laugh, but I managed to stifle it by pretending it was a groan of pleasure. I was cold, tense and, obviously, unaroused.

When he got to my knees, I put my hands on his thinning hair. He stopped and looked at me. His tired eyes, hung in deep bags, were sad.

"At least you know you're alive" a little voice in my head said to me. I haven't heard that voice for years.

He told me he wanted me to bum him. Then he rolled off, and so I stood up so that the least part as possible of our skin was touching. He lay on the bed, I imagine in what he imagined to be coquettish manner. You can't really be coquettish when you're trying to have sex with someone over twenty five years younger than you though. His back was to me and he scrunched up his legs so that he was holding his knees against his gut. I didn't mind the flab or the age or any of that, though his grey haired back was offputting.

As were his balls.

They looked like the skin you get on cheap chicken breasts from a bad supermarket; grey and pimply. I wondered how I was going to get out of bumming him. I didn't mind how he looked at all; I am just not gay.

" I need some more wine" I said. When he went to get it, I dressed speedily. When he came back, he saw me clothed. I said I was sorry and he cried. I tried to hug him but he tried to turn the hug into a kiss so I left. That was that.

That was about 12 years ago. It's odd how time passes.
(sirolimus, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 17:26, 6 replies)

Feels left out : (
I've never gone out with a much older man and I kind of feel left out now. At my age I would have to get jiggy with a 70 year old to qualify.


Anybody have a Grandad who's single and fancy free?


Edit - And if anyone is going to fucking troll me tonight, can they at least be funny with it.
( girlinthehole, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:53, 15 replies)

Tell me you wouldn't.
Barbara Hershey:



Adrienne Barbeau:



Dyan Cannon:



I couldn't find a good one of Jane Fonda or Jane Seymour that were recent, but I've seen both in the past couple of years- and yes, I would.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:50, 19 replies)

This isn't a paedo gag
It actually happened. I was about 8, he was about 55. He offered me some change at the games arcade which at the time I thought was incredibly generous for a strange man. I played some game (forget which one), he felt my cock through my little pants. When he ran out of money I pretended I had some more and went to the change counter to get some 20 cent pieces and fucked off home.

Some time later I was at our local ice rink and spotted him with his family. A wife and two little girls. My small heart almost stopped beating. He looked at me and he knew exactly who I was and where he knew me from. I wanted to shout something at the top of my voice so his wife and kids knew what a dirty man he was, but I only succeeded in looking at the floor and skulking off. I suppose the weird thing was that I knew what he did was wrong and every bone in my body wanted him to die, but I didn't exactly know why what he did was wrong.

So anyway that makes it about a 47 yr old age difference for my first sexual encounter. What do I win?
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:46, 7 replies)

Loads of age gaps
I seem to have a bit of a thing for older blokes though somehow i managed to end up with a 16 year old as my first proper boyfriend (i was almost 19 and a bit of a late bloomer, and he did look older than me, he could get served alcohol and i couldn't). We were together for 9 months and he cried when i ended things, i still cringe slightly thinking about this.

Despite this aberration all the other men in my life have been older. Father of ginger penguin junior is 7 years older than me and my last two boyfriends were 15 years older than me.

Added to this i have quite a large thing for Patrick Stewart who is old enough to be my grandad.
(The Ginger Penguin la la la la la la, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:33, 4 replies)

Mucky northern 'lady'
Hummn, well the biggest age gap that I've ever managed comes in the form of 'Theresa' (name changed for obvious reasons later on).

Living in the lovely coastal town of Newquay, summer provided plenty of fun and shenanigans were to be had a plenty. One summer evening on one of the Antipodean bars that now call Newquay it's home, drinking with my friends, i spot 'Theresa' and her friend. Charming as I am, I causally ask "are you and your friend lesbians?" (and if you'd seen her friend, you've have come up with the same thought process yourself)

No, Theresa wasn't a lesbian, but in fact a single mum from Nottingham, down with friends to enjoy the raucous nights out in Newquay. Much chatting and more parties ensued before taking Theresa back to mine for some fun, which lasted hours and was bloody good. Sneaking her out of my flat and giving her a lift back to her campsite, I was busted by my cousin, who is vocal in her mocking to say the least. None the less, I dropped her off and thought nothing more of it.

Until later that day I join my cousin and her boyfriend for some more boozing when low and behold Theresa comes to the same bar with friends. I do my best to ignore the situation, but my cousin spots the opportunity to cause embarrassment and invites her to join us. For the rest of the evening. Which also included my cousins boyfriend introducing her to my mother, who has the same name, and is the same age, and told her what we did the night before. Nice guy he was. My mum wasn't impressed.

Still, the non-mum Theresa provided me with the biggest breasts i have ever seen that didn't sag without bra and requested, in her Nottingham twang, that I "shoot yer muck in ma face"... nice.
(CornishStanley can't post hyperlinks, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:25, 1 reply)

It was about eight years ago
I was seeing a woman who lived in Philadelphia- about three hours and change from where I lived- and used to go visit for weekends.

This woman was of Italian and Jewish ancestry, so you can envision her appearance somewhat- dark brown eyes, very curly black hair, the whole bit. She also happened to be a bit on the heavy side- not really fat, just a big girl. She was also seven years younger than me.

One day she had a nail break, so she went to her favorite nail salon to have them fix it with acrylic. I happened to be with her at the time, so I sat in a corner reading whatever magazine they had at the time (probably Cosmo or something similarly horrid).

The little Vietnamese woman who was doing her nails glanced over at me a few times- it's probably pretty rare for a tall blond man to come in there- and said to the woman, "Is that your boyfriend?"

She indicated that I was.

The Vietnamese woman smiled slyly at her. "Ooooh! And he so much younger than you!"

I don't think I helped matters by laughing when she told me about this later...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:03, 4 replies)

I
used to live in a bit of a dive of an area many many years ago and had a saturday job at a local hardware shop, well I say saturday job but it was more like slave labour to be honest.

Anyway, one day I'm working in the store when in walks this heavenly beauty! She was amazing, she had the looks of an angel and the grace of a swan, she was so amazing I was sure she was from another planet!

I decided I had to get to know her better so started chatting to her about what she did (she was a bit rich and could live like a princess)and then she started speaking back to me! I couldn't believe it! It was magical! So I told her about a few of my hobbies including racing and a bit of DIY, showed her some of my work (not that sort of DIY you dirty bastards!).

She seemed genuinely impressed at my talents and it worked out that she and her friends were willing to take me on a bit of a road trip! How ace was that!

On the course of the trip we got talking more and more and I found that there was a bit of an age gap between us, about 7 years, which wasn't ideal but you know how it is when you're in love, the only problem was that she didn't really reciprocate the feelings and told me I was far too young for her...

So I had to wait till the next film and a less baby faced actor could be used....

Yrs

Anakin Skywalker

PS - If anyone is unsure I did manage to get my end away in the end! Although not sure what happened to my kids...
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 15:09, 3 replies)

Not a shag, but...
...being a 23 year old straight guy, it was a little unnerving when I realised the random 65+ year old man I had been chatting to in the pub was in fact trying to chat me up...
(HarryTheMole whatever's on my finger is going in your mouth, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:39, 3 replies)

A few years ago I had a girlfriend who was a bit older than me.
13 years older, to be precise. I was 22 when we got together, and her daughter was 11.

Fast forward a few years, and the daughter got pregnant at 15 - don't worry, it wasn't mine.

Anyway, to cut a loooooong story (a bit) short(er), I found myself after the baby was born at the age of 27 as a step-grandad. I was even less impressed at this than my girlfriend was at being a real grandmother at 40.

Anyway, it all turned out alright in the end, and the baby turned into a lovely little girl, as cute as cute can be and a real credit to her mum.

Fulfilling my role as grandad I had many occasions to take the daughter and her daughter out, as at the time she didn't have a car.

Now remember, she's 11 years younger than me, so to the casual observer we could quite plausibly appear to be a couple, with our baby daughter in tow. This illusion was soon stamped on once she learnt to talk though, and could be heard to be calling me "Grandad". Many's the shocked look I've had over that! :)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:34, 5 replies)

The man and the maiden...
.
She was 15, he was 27 they met on the internet (where else) he was going out with a 16 year at the time. They chatted and became friends, he soon dumped the other girl and they started ‘seeing’ each other.

He’d ring her every night while she was supposed to be doing her homework and they’d whisper sweet nothings and declare their undying love for each other.

The summer she turned 16 she went to the big smoke of London to see him, she stayed for a week and he took her to see the sights and bought her alcoholic beverages while he quaffed enough drugs to stun an epileptic elephant. Alas they never consummated the relationship, for our maiden in this tale was still a virgin and painfully inexperienced this coupled with the man's drug addled state meant consummation was never successful.

The week over she returned to her little town and so resumed the late night calls and frequent emails. The maiden continued her studies at school and told her friends of her great boyfriend and how she was moving to be with him forever when she was 18.

But alas, on a windy day in the poor maiden’s free period between English and History the man dumped her! She was heartbroken, he was her soul mate they’d be together forever, how could he do this! Only the day before she had made the painful trip to the family planning clinic to ensure that when they met again they could freely consummate their love.

It took time but the maiden found a new love; what was this now she was unavailable our older man was interested again. He wanted and needed her, he had to see her! So they met again and he led her to a dusty underpass where they attempted to consummate their love once more, thankfully for the maiden this was also unsuccessful.

Once again the maiden returned to her little town, except this time she didn’t feel loved she felt dirty and used. The man persisted he wanted her, he needed her, until he found out she was no longer the virginal sweet little girl he met, she had slept with her new love! He raged, he shouted, he called her a slut and so the maiden and the man parted ways.

The maiden still hears from the man sporadically, he is now 35 and living with a fresh faced 18 year old. Upon reflection the maiden realises this man is a predatory bastard, who groomed and manipulated her when she was young and innocent; and he made a large contribution to the maiden ‘going off the rails’ as a teenager.

The story does has a happy ending though, as the maiden has since met and married her prince charming (who is frankly blinding in bed).

This is a cautionary tale; to those with daughters keep them away from the internet! You never know what sick pervert is out there waiting to rob her of her youth and innocence.

And to the man if he happens to stumble across this tale, I hope it shrivels up and dies.

Length... not worth the hassle and heartache.
(Madam Cholet, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:33, Reply)

me 23, she 49
I'd just separated from my wife, and went to a pub for all you can drink and eat for 20 quid type of night with a few friends from work.

Needless to say I was hammered before we got in there, so nailed a gram of whizz I'd been saving for just such an occasion which seemed to steady the boat ever so slightly.

She was fit, cute and up for it, so we went back to her place and did the deed for a ridiculous length of time (it was good gear) and I was just trying to get to sleep at about 6 a.m. when she handed me my clothes and told me her husband (the fireman) was just finishing his shift and would be home soon so I should fuck off.

I'm a young 34 now but that makes her 60 and I now I feel even dirtier for some reason?
(clowns_pocket, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:21, 1 reply)

Jake The Snake
I'm embarrassed to admit that I was seeing (well shagging) a 40 year old when I was just 17 years of age.

The situation came about like this:


I had a stupidly high sex drive as a teenager. I mean really stupid – it got my into a lot of trouble and into some dangerous situations! And it didn’t do my reputation a lot of good either but anyway I digress.

I was in a gay bar one night and the entertainment was a stripper called Jake The Snake.

He was an older guy with long hair (which I’ve always had a thing for) and I was super drunk and super horny.

Part of his act envolved draping his pet python, Sam, over himself (no pun intended) so at the end of his show I went over to the stage and used the worst chat up line EVER, which was “Can I play with your snake?” (Just thinking back to that dreadful line makes me wince to this very day - in fact this should have been in last weeks `Cringe’ QOTW).

Anyhow, he agreed (unsuprisingly)to come back to the place I was sharing with friends and we had a casual fling for a few months.

He had a really fit body but his face was a bit leathery if I'm honest (too much tanning me thinks!) and my friends took the piss out of me - A LOT.

He was knocking on 40 so the age gap was over 20 years.

I ended things when my Dad found out and went mental with me (my Dad was 37 at the time – Eek!)
( DUMBLONDE is a rubber lover girl, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:11, Reply)

Story of a friend...No, really.
But bear with me as it is quite an epic tale.

It was November in Edinburgh: shitty weather and about 40 minutes of light a day (extending to an hour if the fog was in the mood). Horrible conditions under normal circumstances, but for J it proved to be the perfect excuse for not differentiating night-time activities from day-time ones.

It was his birthday on that faithful day and, as you might expect, we and a few others went out for drinks to celebrate. Beers in flat followed by a couple of pubs, friendly chat, crisps and lots of beer. Then the shots came... by the 5th or so I was feeling that kind of drunk where things are just not fun anymore and all your bodily energy is focussed on staying upright. Not wanting to hold the others back on what was swiftly becoming a pub crawl (and the fact that I wanted to get into my bed and make sympering noises like a over ambitious drama student trying to impersonate an semi-aborted feotus) I went home to the flat. Fade to black...

I wake up the next day - no sign of flatmate J. Ah well, he probably got lucky or ended up sleeping in a gutter. He'll be fine. The next morning...still no J. Getting a little weird now. I waited around until finally, at 6.30pm he came tumbling through the front door and poured himself into the sofa. Over the course of a couple of hours I managed to find out where he had been.

When I left him two days earlier, he had gone - with everyone else - on to about 3 other pubs. Then, the end of the night drawing ever closer, he and one mate went to a club. There they met a couple of girls who, though not particularly flirty, were 'hot enough to chat to'. Club closes. On to Penny Blacks - a '24 hour' pub that is by Waverly station and has hours intended to suit the postal and train workers nearby: 5am - 12 noon.

Further drinking ensued and girls soon slinked away into the night leaving my friend horny as hell in a room of 50+yo male postal workers. Until he saw her...the woman of his dreams. Well, no that's a lie - the woman of this grotty pub. 'Relatively young' was how he described her, which given the context translates as she was about 45-50. My friend was 22 at this point.

Anyway, they get talking. She flirts, he flirts, she offers to take him back to hers, they go. He gets into her house and proceeds to do what any man should do in this situation: fall asleep on her sofa.

Waking up the next day, very very hungover and still sexually frustrated, he walks through to her bathroom. He spots some vicodin, pops one, stolls back through to find the woman getting her 6 and 8yo kids (maybe grandkids) ready for school. He is standing in his boxers. Apparently, as luck would have it, he didn't have a hard on at the time.

So...he gets in the car and helps drop off the kids at school (apparently this is where it started to get surreal). After that, the woman takes him back to hers where they proceed to drop a tab of acid and have sex. I always remember the moment when he told me how he was in pain stifling laughter - tripping on acid while being tromboned by an old woman who was 'not even good lucking for her age'.

He stayed with her another night - returning to Penny Blacks still tripping and drinking. The next morning he woke up as the woman returned from picking up her kids from school. All 3 in the room as he woke.

Apparently he only had the vaguest of ideas as to why his arse stung considering all he had to go on was two kids and a granny as possible subjects. He left sharpish.

To the best of my knowledge he hasn't shagged another granny since.
( thiswasmyclone, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:59, 4 replies)

I must've been about 19...
...and inbetween my first serious girlfriend (nightmare) and the only female true love I had up until I discovered that I prefer blokes. I think I've mentioned this very briefly in another post ages ago.

Her name was Julie, a friend of my step-sister-in-law, about 35 or 36 and with two kids by a guy who by this time had been out of the picture for some time. I went to her place with my SSIL on the way to the supermarket whilst she sorted some hamper shenanigans out with her. She mentioned in passing that she never gets to talk to anyone and is stuck in the house all the time. I said that she should come to the pub where I was working one night. She brightened considerably. After her business with my SSIL was done, we buggered off to the supermarket (I offered to help SSIL home with the shopping as my stepbrother had damaged his arm - otherwise I would never have been there) and I thought nothing more of it.

A week or so later, I was passing her place and saw her in the doorway so stopped to talk. She invited me in for a glass of wine and having no plans I accepted. We talked over more than one glass until it got dark and she put her kids to bed. From then, we gradually got closer and closer on the sofa until one moment where we turned to face one another and our faces were inches apart - well, what else could we do?

We kissed and things got gradually more heated until she asked me to stay. I was still staying at my Mum's at the time so I called her to tell her I was crashing at a friend's place. I barely had time to put the phone down before she dragged me upstairs. I don't even remember us getting undressed, it was that quick. What followed lasted more than two hours however, and I was totally fucked in more ways than one by the time she let me go to sleep.

I carried on seeing her for about four weeks, and burned a few hundred thousand calories in her company. She taught me a lot, oh yes.

It ended after one night when she was just getting started, on top of me and halfway down my dick when she mentioned casually that her IUD had been playing up and was subsequently removed a few days earlier. She hadn't wanted to see me for almost a week before and I'd been wondering why because previously she'd kept me a willing prisoner in her bed about 2-3 nights per week.

Well, now I knew, and klaxons were going off in my head. We weren't using any protection and the thought of siring a kid at 19 years old completely shut me down.

My little fella basically collapsed under her in seconds and no matter what she tried she couldn't coax it back to life again. She was visibly disappointed and a little annoyed but she let me stay that one last night anyway. We had the talk the next morning and the result was her feeling fairly nonplussed and a little used and me partly a bit of a twat but mostly relieved to have dodged the family bullet at that age. We didn't talk for a couple of years after that.

After those couple of years we passed in the street and had a bit of a chat on a nearby bench. I tried to apologise for my rather unsavoury exit but she told me she'd forgiven me for being an immature prick and realised that considering a serious relationship with me then was a big mistake. I took no offense - she was right on both counts.

However, she did say that I was good fun in bed and if I fancied paying her a visit sometime then she'd crack open a bottle for us and we could get nostalgic. I was with who was to be my last girlfriend at the time, I don't cheat and told her this. She was pleased that I seemed to have grown up some. After a hug and a peck on the cheek we went on our merry ways.

I hear she got married to a guy a couple of years older than her and they moved away too - they're still together now, more than 15 years after that last chat. Good for her, I say.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:45, 4 replies)

also dad trauma
big-girls-blouse also reminded me:

I look nothing like my dad, who happens to be very handsome (so I am told).

I am also blonde, with a generous chest (but I sadly missed the rest of the genetic lottery) and he drives sports cars.

People make the obvious conclusion...
(naranjita, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:29, Reply)

Ok...
So I was single and had been for a while - through the magic that is the internet I started chatting to a girl of indiscriminate age from oop north...

There was mention that she was 27,31 etc - she had 3 kids, the eldest was 14/15... Now, I know different things happen up north and the ages she gave me could technicaly be correct, it's just that whilst I forget most things; somethings just sit there for ever - like a piece of mould on your toast when you get to the last bite...

Anyway - I digress...

It was gonig to be my first ever internet date, we hadn't really planned anything other than getting royally wankered and seeing what happened... actually to think of it date is quite a strong term, it was really just a piss up, and a sofa for me to kip on...

Drinks were drunk - I must say I was impressed with her looks, she was more attractive than her profile pictures - but she was slightly more mad in person, at one point leaving me in a bar - and gonig back home because she was so arseholed - luckily I had befriended a friend of hers who knew her address.

Anyway - back in the house there were many fluids shared, she really was keen to do anything - something I hadnt experienced too much before, she really wasn't a prude...

The weekend was had, and I caught my train home. Things trailed off slightly with regards to communications, it really was just a weekend shag for both of us...

Fast forward to earlier this year... a good 5 years had passed with not a word shared... when I get a friend request from facebook...

With her real date of birth - I'm not lying, I fell over laughing... she was 42, 5 years ago! I was very early 20's!

I love the internet - she blocked/deleted me.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:26, Reply)

Oh dear
I just lost the game :(
(Freddles, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:25, 6 replies)

I eat crayons just reminded me.
I was at college aged 18 and my dad, (who happened to be a very young looking, tall and attractive 38 year old), came to see my art exhibition and everyone thought he was my boyfriend.

Oooo! I didn't know whether to be disgusted or proud.

I was proud.
( girlinthehole, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:23, Reply)

not actually older but
was out with the last boyfriend i had and we're both 18 except he looks a lot older.

saw one of my friends who i hadn't seen in a while and my boyfriend had just gone into a shop. when he came out the shop he walked over and my friend sorta stared and went

"IS THIS YOUR DAD?"

.
(i eat crayons, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 13:01, 1 reply)

I hope bugboybeast participates in this week's QOTW
And he feels just as ashamed 2 weeks running.
(David CopAFeel Used to be The_Elcat - Spouting crap since 1970., Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:31, Reply)

17 Years..
17 years is the age gap between myself and my significant other.

When I told my daughter from my first marriage that I was going out with a young lady, she asked the age... so I told her and the rest of the conversation went...
What's she do?
Nursing
What Kind?
Geriatric
What's she doing? Drumming up trade?

Anyway, 5 years down the line... 2 days ago (3/12) young lady produces a cracking little bofkin and I'm content with life.
(bof, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:27, 3 replies)

I was expecting larger gaps (oo-er!)
Most of the stories I've seen here are 4 years, 5, 8 etc. My wife is 4 years younger than me.

But that's not my boast.

I spent a month when I was 36 seeing a young lass of 19. When I say seeing, I mean casually meeting her randomly for sweaty sex.

Does wonders for the male ego to be seen as attractive by a sexy young thing. Either that, or her standards are appallingly low. I prefer to think the former.

Woo yay for me!

PS: I didn't get my brown wings with her. I know some of you have asked that before when I posted this.

Edit: originally posted here: www.b3ta.com/questions/gooutwithme/post231814
(David CopAFeel Used to be The_Elcat - Spouting crap since 1970., Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:23, Reply)