I was at the grocery store off campus last week and I kept getting eyeballed hard by a sleezy but clean and afluent looking older man (turns out he'd be 54). Usually I don't give those guys more than a dirty look and walk off but I was thinking earlier that morning my agegap infatuation and thought that this man was brave enough to to just eyeball me like I was his I could only imagine the passion he would unload into me, so instead I exchanged a smile asked him how he was doing and eventually it led to dinner plans cooked by him at his very very nice house he even paid my Uber for the far drive. I want to say we barely got half way into the roast lamb before clothes were coming off and we spent the whole night up. God bless blue pills and my instinct that about the passion levels. I'm not joking when I say I was walking funny and on a cloud when the Uber picked me up in the morning (paid by him of course) I still have his number incase that itch needs to be scratched again.