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Hi, I'm Vincent Marcus and boy have I got a little diddy you might wanna here. Let me start off by saying, I love women over 40. They don’t yell, they don’t tell and their grateful as hell. I have never had luck with girls around my age, which is sixteen on up. And too this day, I thank god for that, in my experience girls at that age have no idea what they want, are some what insensitive to others feelings and love love love to talk about them. They are the biggest thing to hit their life since air, don’t get me wrong of course there are a few saintly ones. The sweet ones, the ones whose morals as tight as their ass is. No, that isn’t a sex joke. Merely an observation that at that age they are almost always the polar extremes, whore or nun. That’s why I love women who are a little shall we say, more knowledgeable about what they want. At 24 years old I can honestly tell you that women truly at their sexual peak when they hit 35. That’s when they begin to realize theirs more to a man then the car he drives and the way he walks. Of course men have the same knowledge of women when their 13. When I was that age there was this stone fox named Britney Cunningham, A sensual brunette who already knew how to move her curves. Every guy wanted her, course at that particular time in a youngsters life he thinks every girl is a porn star and will let them do things you wouldn’t confess to a priest about. It was through her that I had my first pseudo experience with an older woman, I had finally mustered up the courage to talk to her one day after school. To borrow a phrase from a dear friend of mine, my insides where shakin like a leaf on a tree. So much so, that infront of her, her six friends and her mother...I peed on myself, when you start peeing its quite liberating, when you realize who your peeing infront of you want to reach for the nearest thing sharper than a black eyed pea and saw your junk off. They laughed so hard her blond friend had an asthma attack, and the red head claimed to almost pee her self. To this day I wish she had, cause then I could use the shared experience angle on her. Thankfully, Britneys mother was mother teresa if she had decided to have a carrier in the exotic entertainment industry. She was about 5'9 with beautiful strawberry blonde hair and fantastic blue eyes. She was kind enough to take me back to her car and dry me off with a wet nap, bit of an oxymoron but I never said she was bright. But sitting in the back of that mini van with this gorgeous woman rubbing the front of my pants, I knew that I was done messing around with young, dumb girls. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean to offend anyone and to prove it I'm gonna rip on men and boys. Boys start off ignorant and vain, when they become men that doesn’t change much. However, as they learn to play the "game" they do indeed play. You see when a woman dumps you, at least take solace in the fact that it was a decision of the heart and she thought about it for a while. Unless of course, you’re a guy and you fucked up. As they get older men learn to control and manipulate even the strongest women, and they breaks my heart. Because there is nothing more wonderful in this world than a free woman. To put a bind and chains on such a thing is horrible, unless she ask of course. The lesson is that Men are immature no matter what their age is. Women on the other hand can be anything from the pigtailed school girl with the girlish charm too the lusty bar fly with that suave seductive look. Of course, with any sound theory there are always anomalies. As vain as it sounds, take me for example. I never played with a woman heart, I always do the gentleman thing, kiss the hand, hold doors, pull chairs, and the like. I've even had a lesbian transgender tell me that I would be an excellent husband. Of course you cant read that without thinking that "Oh god what a vainy prick" Well I'm going to cover my ass. When I was 17 I had to go to summer school, while I was there I met her. 17, 5'6, I'd say about 115, crimson read hair pulled into a pony tail, spoke like a queen, walked like a goddess, and could give me a look that made my knees turn into water. I say water because with puddy you at least have some support, she floored me in every way you could imagine. She wasn’t loud, she wasn’t obnoxious, she knew their was more too music than just being a pretty face. We shared the same belief about love and relationships (That the aspiration to hope it lasts forever, kills it), she was in a word...God. Of course god created us in his image so I guess even he isnt immune to herpes. I still love, nothing will change that. An affair of the heart is something you never forget, the heart can lead nations, destroy empires and turn the 6'8 300 pound muscle man into a sobbing girl, and the 5'9 120 pound geek into a hero. The heart is something more pure than gold, my friends I hope you all carry 24 karats wherever you go and whoever you meet