Dating sucks, but OH the sex

I’ll admit, re-entering the dating scene at 36 was not fun. Not.at.all. I know all of you in long term marriages are wanting to live vicariously through me, thinking how FUN it would be to date again and have all that excitement. To feel 19 again, the thrill of the chase and all… But… I’m not 19. I’m 36, with horrible twin stomach stretch marks and cellulite at every angle and hair in places it shouldn’t be. I basically had no sex in the last year of my marriage, so when I started dating again it had been TWO years. Plus, when you’re 19 you’re stupid. Sorry all you hot young things, but you are. You don’t know how stupid you are. When you’re thrown back into dating, you automatically revert to that 19 year old with the “does he like me? Will he call? Is he going to kiss me?” stuff. But at 36 you’re also thinking the following, sometimes all at once: Is his ex crazy? Will his kids like me? How many women has he dated since HIS divorce? When do I introduce my kids to him? Does he like me? Will he call? Is he going to kiss me? DON’T.GET.PREGNANT. Should we have “the talk?” Your friends WILL think you are crazy but most will put up with it for the stories. And so they can say “I don’t envy you.” I think I’m strengthening marriages all over. I deserve an award. There IS an upside though ladies. Well at least for me there is. Yankee and I went out for about a month, which is a feat in and of itself based on our schedules (more on that in another blog). We hit that magic mark and I knew it was likely coming (no pun intended). I did what any God fearing woman of 36 would do. I shaved the vajajay, bought new matching bras and panties, and waited. Didn’t have to wait long. If there is ONE thing I’ve never been in doubt of, it is that Yankee and I have sexual chemistry. Not gonna lie, all the drama of dating sucks. But the sex with Yankee is more than worth it. Oh, the sex. Maybe they teach them better up North. Maybe the Yank is just especially good. Maybe it’s the pairing of the two of us or my complete sexual desperation. But we can’t seem to stay out of bed. Or couch. Or floor. Part of it is probably the limited time we spend together so we have to make it count. Our record so far is 3 times in less than 24 hours, which is pretty good for a couple of old farts. But it’s not just quantity, it’s quality. The boy can go and go and he makes me crazy in all the best ways. I mostly forget how gross my body is and how small my boobs are and the fat and stretchmarks. It’s exciting too finding the ways to turn on someone new. I know the exact spot on his ear or neck that will make him moan. I know how to make him beg and leave him gasping. He definitely knows how to do the same for me. So take heed ladies. Forget the body issues. Forget the dating drama. If nothing else comes from the relationship with the Yankee I can say I’ve at least had a couple months of amazing sex.