But I realized there was one good thing about the situation: A young man had found me attractive enough to pay for me. I was a little ashamed and starred at the table. All that starring and smiling at much younger men had given him that idea. He had mistaken me for a prostitute! I felt ashamed and noticed that I was acting suggestively without realizing it. I was so distracted that it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. Suddenly a young African American man approached me: I was a fat woman in my late 30s, so that was awkward. I kept starring and smiling at young men without realizing I was doing it too obvious. I had a few drinks, which perhaps made me a little inattentive of how I was acting. I kept looking and imagining myself with some of them. They were enjoying their lives, while I was stuck in an unhappy marriage.Īs you probably know from my other stories, I have a thing for much younger men. I watched all the young and happy people. She texted me and apologized because she couldn’t come.
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