Old men date and marry young women or trophy wives, nothing new about that, but have you ever wondered how those women came to be? It's baffling and unfathomable that a woman would settle down in her 20s with a man in his 50s, 60s, etc. You could assume she has a good reason to sacrifice her youth on someone old enough to be her dad but that doesn't fully answer the question does it.

For myself, it wasn't even a question. Some women are destined for different things in life. Entertaining men in their 20s is for sport and not one I cared to excel in. There's a lack of substance there. It's not a bad thing, we all start out not knowing ourselves or place in this world but that uncertainty did nothing for me. Not to be archaic, but I needed a "man". Someone to rely on and look up to for guidance. I need to follow his lead and if /he/ doesn't know where he's going, we'll both end up hopelessly lost. I can't serve in an environment like that. I realized rather quickly that I needed an authority figure.

In that case, the only question I actually had was "how?". How do I meet an older man that wants to date me with the intention of a long-term relationship ending in marriage? There's certainly... sexual interest. A penis is rarely going to reject a vagina so that's not the problem. No, the problem is the other head; the one that does the thinking.

How can I meet an older man that wants to fall in love, wants to wake up and go to sleep with only me on his mind and in his heart? One who fills the glaring gap between our ages with wisdom, who plays along with teasing and entertains some fantasies. He'd still retain his sense of authority in the outside world and occassionally relinquish control to me at home, finding pleasure in service. He knows himself and what he's meant to do in this world. All he needs is a devoted wife to complete his world.

I'd play my role well, too. The charming and clasy partner, one he'd happily introduced to family and friends without worrying I'd stick out like a sore thumb or embarrass him. I act as a source of pride and envy in his circles, maintained with beauty treatments, healthy diet and exercise and, if he so desired, surgery. My womb is his choice. If I shall bear children, daily kegel exercises among others to achieve a natural birth. Perhaps he's selfish and wants my body for himself, tubes will be tied if he so chooses. Maybe he wants something a little naughtier behind closed doors. The heels I wear to his work dinner are the same ones he wants pressing into his back when we're alone. Ownership is a two-way street.

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