Wishful "Friend With Benefits"
I can't help but keep remembering the couple of times in late 1997, a few months after my divorce from the ex-wife, when an old girlfriend from my elementary/junior high school days randomly showed up at my door in the evenings. Never asked her, but guessing she read about the divorce in the local newspaper, since it was printed there (back then newspapers were still a "thing"). One thing lead to another, after she gave me an intimate kiss.
I was hoping she'd become an occasional "Friend With Benefits" as a result. However, after the second time, she cut off all ties. Tricky part: she was married at the time. Yes, I know I have somewhat of a "double standard" in that department. My divorce was due to the ex cheating on me, yet I slept with a married woman afterward, but honestly, I'll take it when it's offered. Being nervous about building a new serious relationship after how the marriage turned out after only four years, those two 1997 encounters were my last time being "intimate" with a woman.
One long time online acquaintance suggested I try dating apps. I'm not doing that for "casual" things, especially with my lack of funds and health issues since the 2018 esophagus surgery, which the side effects limits when I can get out of the house, unless I want to go all day without eating. Also, a lot of fraud and disease happens on those apps. I'd rather a new "Friend With Benefits" be a woman I know personally. With those requirements, I know I'm doomed to eternal loneliness.
Since I no longer have anything to lose, and the person from 1997 seems to not have an "online presence" from my searches, the woman was Barbara Hoff. Yes, I'm posting "under the influence of bourbon", which I'm not supposed to have, but hey, everyone needs a "hobby".
I was hoping she'd become an occasional "Friend With Benefits" as a result. However, after the second time, she cut off all ties. Tricky part: she was married at the time. Yes, I know I have somewhat of a "double standard" in that department. My divorce was due to the ex cheating on me, yet I slept with a married woman afterward, but honestly, I'll take it when it's offered. Being nervous about building a new serious relationship after how the marriage turned out after only four years, those two 1997 encounters were my last time being "intimate" with a woman.
One long time online acquaintance suggested I try dating apps. I'm not doing that for "casual" things, especially with my lack of funds and health issues since the 2018 esophagus surgery, which the side effects limits when I can get out of the house, unless I want to go all day without eating. Also, a lot of fraud and disease happens on those apps. I'd rather a new "Friend With Benefits" be a woman I know personally. With those requirements, I know I'm doomed to eternal loneliness.
Since I no longer have anything to lose, and the person from 1997 seems to not have an "online presence" from my searches, the woman was Barbara Hoff. Yes, I'm posting "under the influence of bourbon", which I'm not supposed to have, but hey, everyone needs a "hobby".