Imperfectly Perfect

I am an elderly man, at least chronologically, in my 70s looking for some companionship with a younger woman. Most certainly a character fault, but that's me! Yes, I had plenty of therapy but can't help myself. Not in the habit of scanning escort sites but found the social media hook-up sites full of scammers; and yes I did want to have sex again. Back in Chicago, it was easy for me to meet younger woman who didn't mind befriending an attentive gentleman. In Arizona, I found it difficult and that's what brought me to an on-line escort site.

Guilty as charged, I should know these sites are for a sexual tryst and not where to find a friend with benefits arrangement. But I take long shot risks and go for it anyway. Maybe, there is an escort out there that wouldn't mind an older gentleman "friend" with cash benefits and having more than just sexual encounters. Right? I am not thinking like a rationale "sane" person. So here's my five month ride of pure bliss and happiness. Thank you young lady!

Something in her profile captured my attention. Not specifically recalling now but she didn't fit my typical physical profile that would normally attract me in the past. Probably drawn in by her narrative. I hadn't been in any relationship in a few years since I moved to Arizona. I contacted and wanted to set-up weekend overnight meeting but she suggested a first date-noon to 9pm rendevous to see if we got along which made sense and our first "date" was set. In this story, I am going to call her "Precious". She appeared on time at my door. I remember making a comment -- you are "tall". I am 6'2" and Precious was about 5'10" at least in short heals. We hugged and I never looked back. I found her engaging, bright, intelligent but we just met and had a wonderful lunch and good conversation. She was physically beautiful and her demeanor and personality on point. Wonderful, but I really didn't know her and what made me think I ever would know the "real" Precious.

We would get together about every two weeks. We enjoyed fine restaurants, wine tasting, trips to Sedona and SanFrancisco, a private chef for dinner one evening, ballroom dance lessons and planning more "adventures" and trips. I absolutely loved my time with Precious and was "high" and grateful for our times together. I enjoyed our sexual "times" and had no complaints. I loved buying her gifts as often as possible. I felt blessed and a very lucky man--even if "chronologically old".

Over Memorial Day weekend we spent a fabulous 3 days in Las Vegas. I just loved how she enjoyed dressing up for dinner and all her various hair arrangement she styled. Precious was cool as hell. Or was she hell?

Precious did share some information about her past, her family and the fact that she was bipolar. I appreciated when she did tell me things about her life, challenges and goals. It made me feel closer and connected to her. I thought we had a special arrangement and even though I was a client I was hoping and believed we were also friends. Is that possible? Only for me--ugh! I had a friend back in Chicago that was bipolar and I didn't see it clearly or as dramatic/chaotioc as my past experience with this illness. Did I really know her and what her days were really like--no I didn't. I was convinced our arrangement was someting more, that being, we were also good friends and would always be in each other's lives as long as I was still above ground. I wanted nothing but the best for her and hoped I could be a small positive part of her journey in life.

Crash!!! Shit happens but I didn't see this. After our Memorial Day getaway our relationship was ended abruptly by Precious. There was a misunderstang on payment and her cash app address was changed that I wasn't aware of. Go figure. So now I am an emotional wreck. What could I have done differently and would it have made any difference?

Not entirely certain but probaby not and I am just an old hopeless romantic that wears my heart on my sleeve. I do believe I may understand her more now that I have seen her social media. Precious was being a great escort and for whatever reason wanted to move past me. I won't be looking for that friends with benefits arrangement any longer on an escort site. I will move on and be thankful for the wonderful five months I had. But I am still a sucker for spending time with a younger woman. Let's see what happens and when it does I will let you know in Scene Two.