Confessions of a First Time Toyboy
I’m new to internet dating and, if I am being completely honest, I have always been a little skeptical about the whole idea of finding love online. I used to joke with my mates about nerds glued to the glare of a computer screen all weekend whilst the rest of us were out getting laid.
I have never had any problem finding a member of the opposite sex: I mean, I’m a fit guy and have a good body (I work out at the gym three times a week), I’m quite good looking and people tell me that I have a great sense of humour. Since my student days I have had quite a number of attractive girlfriends and between each one countless one-off passion-filled (infused with a little alcohol, admittedly) encounters.
However, in recent months I have felt like there was something missing. It began when I went to a bar with my mates back in August and began flirting with the usual dolly birds – young, slim, attractive. At the end of the night as I was heading home with one of these playful young things I noticed a different lady looking at me shaking her head. She was quite a bit older than me but seemed, well, sexy, I suppose. I don’t know what made me do it but I ushered my young would-be conquest into a nearby taxi and dashed back to the older woman. I asked her why she had been shaking her head at me. With a wry smile, all she said was, ‘If I really have to answer that question, you really don’t want to know the answer.’ This shook me to my very core. We began talking a little more and it was clear that we had some kind of a connection. Everything that she said seemed to resonate with me. She got under my skin by mocking the young girls who she had seen throwing themselves doe-eyed at me. With each passing word I could feel myself melting in front of her. By the time we had finished our conversation I was putty in her hands. And do you know that thing that drove me most wild? It was the fact that she wouldn’t come home with me. She wouldn’t even let me have her phone number. No, she was way too classy for that, and I’ll admit that
I was smitten. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I went to that same bar eleven nights in a row just to see if I could catch a glimpse of her but it was to no avail. It was like she had been some kind of mature angel sent down from relationship heaven to rescue me from my vacuous despair. The worst thing was that I could no longer enjoy any flirtations with younger women – they just didn’t do anything for me anymore. Literally, one minute I was happy with these girls coming onto me, and the next they just didn’t turn me on at all. My mates were quick to take the proverbial out of me (one of them even thought that I had ‘turned’ gay!). I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the real reason. In any case I stopped going out.
A few weeks after this I stumbled across a dating website. It wasn’t just any dating website, though. It was a dating website for young guys like me looking to date mature women. My heart raced as I began entering my details – seriously, my fingers have never moved so quickly! I began an immediate search, scrolling down the page at thousands of attractive older women. I will happily admit that this aroused me greatly (certainly putting paid to my mate’s gay jibes!). Just when I thought that I couldn’t get any more excited I found her: the lady from the bar. I clicked on her profile and she looked stunning – even better than in the bar. My heart felt like it was going to burst clean out of my muscular chest. I clicked on the link to send her a message. Within minutes I had a response from her. All it said was, ‘I knew you’d figure it out eventually x x x’.
Well, we met up within the hour and all I can say is that it was like Christmas, Fireworks Night and all of my birthdays rolled passionately into one. It was pure magic – something that I had not felt in a long time. I knew right then and there that I would be spending the rest of my life with this woman. Does this make me a toyboy? Does this make her a cougar? I really couldn’t give a damn. All I know I that I am in love and I am having the most amazing relationship with the sexiest and most amazing woman. If that makes me a computer nerd then that’s just fine and groovy with me!
This blog was written by TC, a TBW member and published as part of our 30 Blogs in 30 Days Campaign.
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