The Car Fun That Left Me With A Life Lesson

This happened to me.

During my short break, I checked on Grindr to see who is online and to have a short conversation, and if it leads to a meet-up, then as I always tell myself, Go and meet another of your “consequential strangers,” like that guy from one afternoon.

The car fun

I am 52. To my generation, “car fun” means different — a joyride, usually a spur-of-the-moment decision to go somewhere.

But today, car fun means “to have sex inside the car.”

As I was browsing my Grindr feed, a message popped. I would usually ignore any message that starts with,

Hey

Game to suck me?

Feeling kinda horny and curious

Game?

Leaving in a bit, 25 Chinese looking guy, 6'1"

Can you host?

I noticed the structure of his message.

I know what you're thinking, who sees this kind of thing. I do. I sometimes imagine how people say the words they send in the chat.

I replied,

OMG, I wished you asked me early, I am writing.

He replied,

Maybe you can accommodate?

There was something about this guy. He appears to be a nice guy who happens to be horny. I got curious.

I gave him my address, and he said he would be here in a few minutes. When he arrived, he rolled down his car windows, and I came to him and said,

Hi.

We talked, and since I never did anything like this before, I hopped inside the car, and we both decided the sex would happen right there, right now.

Car fun sex

My problem has always been, my mind wanders when I am having sex. Suddenly I remember the story about Hugh Grant and the car sex scandal and the novel by Stephen King, not Carrie but Christine — a 1958 Plymouth Fury - apparently possessed by malevolent supernatural forces.

So I ask,

“I hope your car doesn't have a camera?

And this was while he was busy putting the sunshade to cover us.

His car is well-tinted. I am observing this 25-year-old man completely in charge of the situation.

And while it was all me on him, which I don’t mind. I was actually telling myself, this is a first for you, so do it well.

And since this story isn’t about the sex, we moved on to what happens after the sex.

The conversation

How does one end the “car fun sex?”

I knew he had to leave soon, as he said to me during our chat. But I find this guy attractive.

First, his demeanor is that of a gentleman, and he speaks very well.

So, I asked him about his job and whatever story he was comfortable sharing with me.

In the course of our conversation, we realized that we are both writers. While writing for him is more of an outlet to express himself outside his corporate job, hearing him say that he also writes made me more interested in this guy I just had sex with.

When it was my turn to answer his questions, I told him I felt too old to do this, and I mean the “car fun sex.”

And as soon as I finished saying those words, he said.

One is never too young to be matured, and one is never too old to try new things.

I was left with no words to say, except to tell him,

You are right! Thank you for letting me remember what I used to tell myself when I was your age.

As we said our final goodbyes, he promised to see me again to have coffee, and I teased him that it's okay if we go for another “car fun.”

We fist-bumped, and I opened the door and went inside the house. As I was lying on the bed, I was trying to digest what happened,

I am beginning to make excuses about not living my life to the fullest because I am in my 50s.

It takes an online date, a hookup, and a “car fun” to let me seize the moment.

And I took out my Moleskine notebook, where I keep my thoughts, as anything personal had to go through my pen and paper, and I begin to write to my 52-year-old self;

As long as I am alive, age has nothing to do with what life has to offer; the only thing life wants me is to welcome new experiences and the consequential strangers in my life.