Seniors & Cyber Sex .....
You're Never Too Old to Flirt
When I stumbled onto the AOL Writing Boards, I never dreamed it would lead to some cyber adventures that still have me shaking my head in disbelief. These boards are places where you are invited to post stories and poetry you've written, and to comment on the postings of others while they, in turn, comment on yours.
Not surprisingly, these comments and comments on the comments often lead to contributors getting acquainted with one another. In fact, some participants go on to become very good friends, while some even end up getting romantically involved.
Yes, we've all heard horror stories about online predators luring children into deadly situations; and I hope all parents are monitoring what their kids are doing on the Internet. However, I'm here to tell a few stories about some adults I met online and the strange situations we ended up in.
Something I discovered early on is that the poets on these boards tend to write mostly about their own lives; their fears, their frustrations, their failures, their fantasies, their triumphs, and.....most of all.....their love lives.
I also discovered that women on these boards outnumber the men by about three to one. Hey, what more could a guy ask for, with those kinds of odds? Furthermore, I learned that if a guy has any writing skills at all, he can quickly become very popular with the ladies.
Beyond all this I discovered that, despite my lifelong shyness around women, I found it easy to communicate with them electronically. In fact, it wasn't too long before several of these women were confiding telling me things they normally wouldn't discuss with a stranger.....much less a stranger they met on the Internet. Much of what they told me had to do with issues concerning the men in their lives.
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I think the reason they were so willing to confide in me was that I tend to be non-judgmental and a sympathetic listener. Let me tell you about a fascinating lady whom I will call Zeena.
Zeena had been posting some very eloquent poetry about dancing and romance. The poems were delightful to read, but each seemed to end with an unanswered question.....a question about how far into romance she should let the dancing take her.
When I asked her about this she replied that her husband had recently decided to become celibate.....a decision about which she was definitely not happy. She went on to tell me her husband was about 25 years older than she, and that she had recently gotten reacquainted with a man with whom she had danced in Broadway musicals for a number of years.
Her friend had opened a dance studio in the city and asked Zeena if she would like to work for him as a teacher. Well, she was pretty content with her life and with helping her husband run a Greenwich Village coffee house they owned. But she didn't like being celibate, and it was obvious her former dance partner would have liked to get even better acquainted with her.
Zeena asked me what I thought she should do. More specifically, she asked if I thought she should go to bed with the dancer.
I replied that I don't give advice.....that this was between her and her conscience. I went on to say I would be personally supportive of whatever she decided to do.....but would not offer any advice.
In the next column is one of the poems Zeena had posted, while thinking about her Broadway dance partner of years gone by...
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I feel your arms.....arms which have ached.....
sliding around my waist, to be joined with your waist,
pulling me back against you.....now pulling your body close to mine,
our bodies swaying.....as I melt into the rhythm of your swaying.
The music wraps itself around us.....as we wrap ourselves around each other
Transcending boundaries.....we transcend the boundaries of time, space, and fear.
Transforming emotions.....emotions that we still don't fully comprehend.
I rest my head against your chest.....and I glory in the essence of your closeness.....
let your body and the music move me.....as my body, in reply to the music, controls your body.
I could lose myself in you.....as I hope to lose myself in you.
Forget obligations, putting obligations behind us,
loyalties, and telling ourselves there's nothing left to be loyal to.....
old loves.....except each other and the needs we feel at this moment.
It would be so easy.....so very, very easy
to drift.....to be carried away.....
to turn into your arms.....and to surrender to my dreams.
Let the music carry us away. Let us become willing slaves to the music.....
let it change everything. And never resist the changes that now transform us.
Rend our lives and start again. Start again, like innocent newborns,
build something new.....to build something new, and special, and exciting
together. Together.
Or we could dance.
More on this true story will be posted soon.
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