almost a geriatric dater.... 4

I am off for a weekend of lust passion moonlight candlelight firelight , walks on the beach , holding hands , you know the stuff. So I am writing my blog early .
I am praying it will be more successful than my last intimate encounter,
Let me tell you what grandma here has to face in search of a new grandpa. I made the long journey to meet a nice man , he had an interesting mind and was a psychiatrist. I saw him on cam and before i'd booked my ticket warning bells were clanging, but I thought give him a chance he might be alright, I went to Italy to meet Mr might be alright. He seemed so decent, so i agreed to stay at his flat, i know nothing shouts louder than im up for anything if you agree to do this. So there I was at the station, Mr might be alright, big cheesy grin shabby clothes and shoes too shabby for a rickshaw wallah. Oh and the usual few years older, few inches shorter. I was regretting having brought my platform shoes My sneakers would look funny with a party frock. Needless to say as Mr cheesy grin greeted me with the old lustful eye, oh and those were old spectacles as well , like the type you wear when you break your good ones, like the ones Elton wore when he was belting out crocodile rock, I prayed the train platform would swallow me up after the first cheek slobber. By the time I had got to the shabby car, I felt i'd taken a drug that allowed me to suck it up and accept the situation. Off we went me thinking , well he might be alright. I know the rules but Its the hope you see, this one just might be the one, The ensuing saga was typical of such a situation, and he was well organised. He had fluffy feathers, oils and you know that sticky stuff, oh yes lubricant, all kinds of interesting toys. Am I the first lady on this planet who ever did it for charity? I know you know wot i mean and I hope you get the full picture here...... IT WAS AWFUL. And before you all start bawling well why did you stay? I just felt sorry for the guy ok ! The lesson is here , but there is more. Have you ever felt like crying for someone because they look so awful naked, or because you just did it with them and how you could sink so low? The type with the pot belly that spills out the sides, the one that has you wondering how they can find whats under it , with a pasty white bum. Hair out the nose and ears.....It got worse, he suffered from sleep apnoea, so had a breathing machine to keep him alive at night while he slept. Go on have a good laugh , I could not sleep with this gurgling machine strapped to this mans face. I began to cry I Then guess what........ I stayed, thinking he might grow on me, But he didn't grow on me, because then he got kinky, he liked dirty talk, but not your normal dirty talk, he wanted details of former s*xual encounters, is that kinky or am i just old fashioned ? Why couldn't he make up his own dirty talk material, because what I did before is mostly stuff I would rather forget, because theres nothing exciting to rememeber. Except for a few rare occasions that is , which I am sharing with no one, because they are impressioned on my heart with love and respect for the sheer artistry dedication and care from the men involved. ...back to reality granny, your there with a 66 year old ( who was 60 on the profile, and a few inches shorter , who sleeps with a gurgling machine with a pot belly and a little ........
A situation so typical of internet dating . where you don't get what you imagined you would.I had been attracted to his brain,he was polite funny intelligent and had done stuff, the yacht and nice house on profile pics were gone of course. He politely told me he had a meeting to attend and had to leave , god I was greatful, this was followed by an email days later that he felt he was still in love with his old girlfriend, and that i was not his physical type, although he found me quite sexy and attractive. I wondered what his physical type might be . The mind boggles.