Old Joshua & Rocks, Joshua Tree NP 4-13-13
Old Joshua & Rocks, Joshua Tree NP 4-13-13 (Photo credit: inkknife_2000)

scottf zoosk for SerenaFor the past year and a half. I have dated men that are much younger than myself. I am not talking a few years but closer to 10-20 years younger. I feel they have their whole lives in front of them and aren’t bitter. Well it’s been an experience to say the least. I call it NEXT!

30 NEXT’s later, I am scrolling through the online dating site looking at men when I happen across an older man-3 years older than me. A few weeks ago I would never even look at someone in his age bracket (next decade over) but something about his kind eyes stopped me in my tracks. He is extremely handsome. I read his profile-I could tell he’s very analytical/detailed oriented by the way he describes his detailed workout at the gym. One minus against him, but he’s beautiful and he plays guitar. I am drawn to good looking artistic men. I am smitten.

I click the favorite button-meaning I add him to my list of men I like. As soon as I do he replies with a Hi. That is extremely quick-I didn’t expect him to reply so quickly or at all.

We converse with a few emails then I give him my cell # and tell him to call me with his vocal chords. The soothing sound of the voice is huge for me. If his voice irritates me as finger nails on a black board then I can’t date him. Can a man so beautiful have such a horrible voice? Hopefully he isn’t a high talker or low talker or cigarette sounding talker or…

He calls and he has a masculine voice-deep, like a baritone, but soothing. We talk for over an hour-good sign. Okay cute, intelligent and has a sexy voice. Hmmm…

Next step; getting together. He invites me to see a local band on Saturday night. I make sure that I look hot, have my hair done, wear my sexy little turquoise mini-skirt. I look mighty fine, I must admit. I get to the bar early and text him that I am sitting at the outside bar. A few minutes later I turn and I see him walking towards me. My heart skips a beat. He is absolutely beautiful-model quality. Now I am nervous. We smile, sum each other up and give each other a hug.

His name is Justin. He looks like a Justin. Tall, athletically built not overbuilt just right. He is a gentlemen. He pulls out the chair for me to sit. I am not accustom to this type of treatment. Younger men don’t care if you sit or not. I suppose I can get use to it.

We have dinner, watch the band, talked about everything. At one point I see my phone on his phone so I put it in my bag. Apparently it’s his, we both have two phones that are identical and both carry two phones our business and our personal. That is fate. Hmmm…

He tells me he can dance so I egg him onto the dance floor and we dance. Very sexy. We danced the night away. After the band stopped playing he asks if I want to go to another dance spot. Of course. As we are walking a group of guys come towards us and he grabs my hand. Hmmm…Nice.

Close to 1 am, we call it a night. He walks me to my car-hand in hand, which is parked about a good distance away. I feel safe and secure with him. He asks if I want to get together again. Most definitely. We both agree it is the best first date ever. At the car as he says goodnight and kisses me. The perfect kiss…I am hooked…