He saw me on a dating site, but he couldn’t write to me because my profile had age restrictions.
That Easter Sunday evening, I didn’t get home very late. I made tea and sat in the kitchen by the window with my phone in my hand. What else could it be? You can’t go anywhere without a cell phone…
A message from a stranger was waiting for me on the social network. He introduced himself, said that he saw me at a dating website, he would like to get acquainted. Everything would have been fine, but he was only 24 years old. He was old enough to be my son. I was skeptical, but I decided not to say goodbye right away, but to hang out with him. Why not? I’m a free woman, I can afford to talk to whomever I want. I had no way of knowing how things would turn out.
Alex, the name of my new acquaintance was a very intelligent and cultured guy, which distinguished him from the gray mass of modern youth. He turned out to be an interesting conversationalist. We corresponded until late at night. At parting we agreed to write to each other the next day.
The whole next day I minded my own business. I remembered about my new acquaintance only when he wrote to me in social networks. And again the evening in correspondence. Alex wrote that he liked me and would like to go out with me. I went to his page, the avatar had a young boy of about sixteen looking at me. I thought the boy had decided to play an adult. Later it turned out that the photo had been added a long time ago and he was really 24. He, unlike me, was not confused by the age difference. He persuaded me to meet him and I refused.
That evening we called and talked a little on the phone. He kept asking to meet, I refused. The next day he suggested we meet at a cafe and get to know each other and talk. He promised not to bother me anymore if I did not change my mind after we met in person. After much persuasion I agreed.
On the day of the meeting it rained like a bucket. I didn’t feel like going anywhere. And it was hard to get to my neighborhood from the center in the evening. He called me to confirm the time of the meeting. “Come to my place,” I didn’t notice myself saying it. He agreed and arrived an hour later. Through the ajar door a very young boy looked at me and smiled.
He said hello and entered the apartment. I didn’t know what to say, so I offered to go into the living room. He went in and got wine and chocolate from his backpack. We continued our conversation over a glass of wine. Very quickly we found common topics of conversation. I noticed his eyes on my right hand.
– Are you married? – he asked, pointing to the ring.
– No,” I answered. – It’s just a ring.
He took my hand and pulled it toward him. A night of passion washed over us. From the first meeting it was clear that we were perfect for each other. In the morning he left. I mentally said goodbye to him, believing that we will not meet again. How wrong I was then! After dinner he called and said he would come again in the evening.
That’s how our relationship began…
