I am a life grinder. I lead a pretty boring life. I have worked hard, and saved my money my whole life. I paid my last debt in my twenties, and although far from a rich man, I have a nice life roll.
I am twice divorced, very jaded when it comes to women, and have had a booty call only policy for some time. I don't lie to women any more, so I have a few no drama fuck buddies. Women are are gold diggers, and the rake.
I had a very different childhood. When I was 7 my hippie mom and stepdad moved to Eugene, OR. We lived in the white trash part of town. There was only one kid in the neighborhood my age, her name was Cathy. Her dad drove a log truck, and her mom cussed like a sailor. Cathy was a tomboy, and because we were the only kids our age in the neighborhood we became playmates.
We were both very unsupervised children, and we started playing "doctor" at age 8, and by the time we were 12 we were fucking 3-4 times a day. High school was easy for us, she was smart, and were joined at the hip. We were each others best friend.
Cathy was the class valedictorian, and got a scholarship to Cornell University. She left for New York, and I went off to play football at U of W.
Then life happened and we went our separate ways.
2 weeks ago I drove to Colorado to see my daughter in law get her Masters. On the way home I stopped to get something to eat in a small town in NM. After lunch, I walked into a small art gallery. The owner was an attractive slender redhead. It was Cathy.
We have talked everyday since. She is married. I am pretty sure she would run off with me if I asked. I have never wanted anything so bad in my whole life. I have no idea what to do.