. er, Elizabeth?" I ignored the question."Ginny tells me that you're a virile young man."He blushed, shrugged."How do you do with the girls, Ryan?" OK... I guess." He looked confused. Did I not know 'everything'?"Do you have much experience with women older than you?"He just turned beet red; he had no answer."Any as old as me?"Again silence, but this time his eyes widened like saucers."Let's have a look at what you've got." With that, I leaned over to his end of the couch, put my hand on his. I needed something a little better than that and nothing I could think of would work.I finally gave up and paid the bill, leaving a nice tip in an overly-generous gesture. Resigned to the idea that it was a singular event, we were not destined to be together. Ah well, that's the way things seemed to go for me these days.Breaking up the dullness of the winter was the home show at B.C. Place Stadium in the third week of February. I hadn't attended one for several years and this was an opportunity. . well, I would fuck anything that wore a skirt. Young, old, thin, fat, short, tall — it didn’t matter. And I really didn’t care if they enjoyed it or not. I wasn’t abusive — but I frequently wasn’t very gentle either. Some liked it rough, some didn’t. I didn’t care. Not until one day while a middle-aged woman was putting her clothes back on while wiping her tears. ‘You must have really loved her,’ she said. Then when I glared at her, she gasped, ‘Oh my God . . . you still do. You’re still in. She saw me and gave a naughty smile as she passed through. As the program finished and my friend told me to leave her to the auto stand as she stayed a little far from our place. We walked to the stand but there was not even a single auto visible. Though waited for the auto for upto 20 mins and then she received a call stating that she had a meeting to be attended the next day in our locality itself. She requested me to drop her home as she was not expecting any vehicle to be available and she.