Subject: Married and lonely I am a cute, 33 year-old married woman who feels totally ignored and unappreciated in her marriage. 5’3″, 120 lbs, blond hair, great legs. I want to experience holding hands for the first time, a first kiss, possibly more if the chemistry is right. Open to any race, but I prefer ages 35-55. Especially older men who understand physical relationships better. Put “kiss” in the subject of your reply. I read the ad several times, debating whether I could really take that step. I had never been unfaithful to my wife. Oh, a secret kiss here and there. One evening in my car kissing like teenagers with hands roaming. This might start that way, but could go well beyond. Was I ready for that? Subject: kiss Dear married and lonely: I can relate. I am near the upper end but still within your desired age range. I am also married, also lonely, also needing a discreet friend to fan the flames and make sure I am still alive. My first wife died and I remarried, but I apparently exist to make sure she has money to spend and can spend time with her children. I also long to hold hands and kiss. Please, no endless emails. Let’s find out soon whether there is a spark. Brett. I sat at my computer, waiting anxiously for a reply. Silly really, since her ad had been placed four hours earlier. Why did I expect a reply right away? To my delight, her reply showed up within just a şişli escort couple of minutes: Dear Brett: You sound nice. It is scary to run an ad on CL; it is such a hive of scammers and creeps! I really hope you are neither, because you sound so nice! I am sitting here hoping you are the man for whom I have been searching! Yes! I would like to meet you. Jenny. Dear Jenny: I know exactly what you mean about CL! So many fakes too! Like gay guys harvesting pics. What is up with that??? I feel the same as you, full of hope. I am also very impressed at your command of grammar! You actually used a semicolon. An intelligent and literate woman on CL? Someone pinch me and make sure I am not dreaming! Let’s meet somewhere public so we both feel safe. Nothing is more public than McDonald’s, so how about the one on 45th, right off the freeway? Would either 11 or 2 work for you tomorrow? If so, let me know. I will be wearing a light blue, button-down dress shirt, no tie though. Brett.Brett, that sounds great! See you at 11 tomorrow. I can hardly wait. Just one question: Is it your plan to spring for this big lunch? Just kidding! I can hardly wait. Jenny. Jenny wasn’t the only one who was going to have trouble waiting. I was so surprised she had not asked for a photo first, but clearly that suggested she was more interested in the person. The hours dragged by the remainder of mecidiyeköy escort that day. The next morning Jenny was instantly on my mind. I arrived at my office shortly before 9 and quickly worked to get things out of the way. When I glanced at the clock it was 10:30! I ran out the door, racing for the freeway. Although I knew I had time to spare, I wanted to get there first. I pulled into the parking lot, entered the restaurant, and picked out a table with good sight lines to both doors. The clock stopped moving. You know how when you board a plane and the seat next to you is open and you start praying no one is assigned to it? Then you look up the aisle and see some huge guy and you know instantly he is the one? That is similar to how I felt. Each woman who walked through the door attracted my interest. Most were younger, with kids in tow. A few were older. 10:58. I was watching someone come through a door when out of the corner of my eye I saw the other door open. I cute blond wearing a skirt cut several inches above the knee. About the right age. Great legs! Instead of walking up to the counter, she scanned the room. When our eyes met, she smiled and I stood. “Jenny?” “Brett! I am so relieved you aren’t carrying an ax with blood stains on it!” “No, I left that in the car. It doesn’t play well at McDonald’s.” “Humor. I like that. Very sexy in a man. Plus, you are handsome. Double bonus.” “Jenny, you gave me a physical description in your ad, but no words could have prepared me for your smile or the sparkle in your eyes. However, you were absolutely right about your legs!” “Well, if you keep that up you have me falling for you quickly.” “Jenny, if you are hungry, I am happy to treat, but why don’t we just talk for a few minutes? Then, if you are comfortable, let’s go eat somewhere nicer.” “I would like that, but I was counting on the toy in my Happy Meal.” “Well, maybe we will end up shopping for toys.” “I hope I know how you mean that!” “How do you think I mean it?” “Let’s just say based on what I feel so far, I hope when we shop for toys they will be the kind that will never, ever be found in a Happy Meal!” “I hope you aren’t talking Transformers here! I could never figure those out.” Jenny turned red and laughed, then reached out and put her hand on top of mine, across the table. That started a 30 minute conversation, interspersed with laughter and tears. We talked about everything, from our backgrounds to our unhappiness in our marriages. It turns out Jenny’s husband was something of a drunk. Not constantly, and not a particularly mean drunk, but rarely attentive to her. She was staying for their two boys. She told me that with tears in her eyes. There was a sadness there I had not seen before. I took her hand, stood and pulled her to her feet. “Come on. Let’s find a place for lunch.” She hesitated, looking into my eyes. Searching. “Brett, could we just go to that park up the street and sit and talk?” Great idea.