ISO Mature "Special Friend"

ISO Mature "Special Friend"

About me: I am a slim, pretty, well educated young woman who is looking for a bit of adventure and excitement. The basic stats: I'm 25, 5'5 111lbs with long brown hair, blue eyes and a perfect body; I'm actually quite beautiful. I work at a prominent ad agency and in my free time enjoy running, yoga, theater and painting. Meeting men is the LAST of my problems.

So why am I posting?

I am bored with dating guys my own age and can't seem to overcome the feeling that they just don't "get" me. I find the depth of my experiences just can't be grasped by most men in their twenties and would like to meet someone a little more mature. I want someone who can share advice and wisdom they have gleaned through years living and growing; not some regurgitated cliche from a Scorsese flick. I've entered a new paradigm in my life, at work and at play, and could use a mentor and a guide. Additionally, most young guys are so needy. I am very ambitious, work long hours and am climbing the ladder fast. I have a variety of interests, both professional and personal, which consume much of my time and I can't spend the night over at someone else's apartment three times a week. It is utterly inconvenient.

Jealousy is so unbecoming- young guys (and really, men in general) tend to be too insecure, too possessive. I could be alone and relatively content, but I crave a personal connection with a man. Something that is built off of mutual understanding and respect; someone to talk to, share stories, ask for and give advice and assistance. Plus, I need to get laid on a regular basis. I am a highly sexual person and one night stands just don't do it for me. I need a lover who is also a friend.... passionate, uninhibited and attentive but secure enough to be able to give me my space and freedom.

About you: You're in you're mid to late forties and starting to feel the sting of age. You're still pretty robust, all things considered, and remain fit and attractive. But your identity has always been so intimately tied up in your masculine prowess that even those first prodromal signs of frailty, impending geriatrics and eventual death have left you feeling shaken and insecure. You've made a pile of money but the rush you used to get from being a ruthless perpetrator of financial violence doesn't do it for you anymore. The stuff your money buys bores you. Your old running crew has gone into old man mode; their idea of a wild time is golf and an evening at the strip club. It's fucking depressing even with eight ounces of Grey Goose in you.

Your wife still looks damn good. She does pilates three times a week and uses that face cream made out of the foreskin of Cambodian newborns every night. But she'll only let you fuck her once a month because you've spent the past twenty years working 80 hour weeks and sleeping with hookers when you and the guys went to Vegas. Plus, now that you're working less and seeing her around the house a bit more, you've realized she is really not very smart or interesting. In fact, she's a huge fucking bore. It's like she is allergic to fun (along with anything that isn't organic and dairy free).

You need an infusion of life. A young, vivacious woman to make you feel really alive again. Someone who can talk to you about Indian index funds , the latest installation at P.S. 1 or who can just listen while you vent about how difficult it is to have so many people depending on you. Then you can go upstairs and she'll fuck your brains out while she pretends not to notice the very first movements of your ass's unstoppable downward plunge. She is so sweet and likes you, maybe even loves you (!?) so much that she'll only mention that you hump her like a truck stop glory hole when you're both too drunk to remember.

And in return, you'll be a good friend to her too, helping her out as her career moves forward, lavishing her with gifts, financing romantic vacations together and you never ever not even once think, much less give utterance to, the idea that she is on her best days emotionally damaged, and on her worst, a whore. So drop me a line this summer while you're wife is in the Hamptons. Soulless, selfish hedonists need attention and affection too :)