I fell for an older woman once.
This summer, in fact. By older, I mean, she was 11 years older than me. Yikes! This was an absolute first and it completely shocked me, even though I know that I’m the type that severely craves intelligence and wisdom.
Sapiosexual. That’s me all the way.
She was gorgeous. She sure didn’t look her age at all. For having 9 kids (most grown), she looked fucking amazing. She had been with women before and enjoyed it, although she was married for 9 years and mostly unhappy. I always found myself feeling sorry for her, even though her man had tons of money. I always thought that was the reason she didn’t want to leave him, despite his constant verbal and emotional abuse.
We’d had a really good friendship for a few months. I mean, really good. She was in my state, hours away, but we made plans to meet one another one day. I had the hugest crush on her. I just thought she was totally fucking amazing. Stay home mom, always worked out, sweet, motherly, and sexy as hell! She was very open to talking about sex with me and I loved it. This woman was on my mind every day, every hour. We flirted a lot. My hubby was really hoping that somehow, in the great by and by, that we’d meet and things would go smoothly.
But sad to say, religion strikes again. She was HEAVILY into religion. This ‘new’ wave of Hebrew nonsense, talking against Christianity as if it’s any more heresy than that stuff. Religion is religion; it’s all toxic in my eyes. To me, that was the only MAJOR flaw she’d had, from what I could see from just talking to her online.
I normally don’t even reject people if they’re into religion, because my philosophy is, do your thing; just don’t throw that shit on me and we’re good. However, she apparently hadn’t gotten that memo. So after about 4-5 months, our friendship died out. We got into an argument or two about religion, and as people always do, they try to force their beliefs on me and I am having no part of that.
I had tried to be understanding with her, but she just kept informing me that she wished that I would follow her and her beliefs. She even tried to show me pictures of what she claimed to see years ago that made her turn her life over to christ, as if saying that she saw god or some image of him. In my mind, I was like, well, that’s nice, but uh, I don’t see it and I don’t care. Sorry, not sorry.
I really hate that that friendship was lost. I really miss her sometimes. We had a shitload in common with one another, despite our age difference. This shit is always happening to me, because everyone within the Bible Belt has gone coo-coo for that bible. I can’t.
As much as I really wanted her, emotionally and sexually, I had to let her go. I was hurt for weeks.
Because I’m not dealing with judgmental people. Not by a longshot. If people don’t wanna live and let live, well, they’re gonna miss out on a lot of decent people and opportunities.