I never have claimed to be an organized person. Sometimes I put something away for safekeeping, and then later, forget where I put it. I was scraping through my desk drawer recently looking for a pen when I discovered my little black book. Yep, that tiny little directory where I kept the names and phone numbers of women I had dated.The problem was, I had stuck this away twenty years ago, right after I got married. But since the marriage was long over, I decided to revisit some of the girls, now women, to see if they were still around and available. I only put first names with the phone numbers, and a little info to help me remember each. “Tall, liked dogs…redhead, a little heavy…brunette, two cats…Giselle, likes dancing,” etc. Each of them was a girl who enjoyed sex the way I like it.Testing the phone numbers, I found two disconnected, three had been changed, and when I tried Robin’s number, there was no answer and no voicemail or message machine. Robin was the last woman I dated before I got married. Robin was Beylikdüzü Escort a young widow when I dated her. She was “curvy” with a beautiful face. She was desperately looking for another husband, or at least someone with a long-term commitment in mind.Robin never had to work since her husband was a professor. Consequently, she didn’t know what to do with herself; she had no hobbies. Her only responsibility was taking care of her daughter.I remembered where Robin lived so I drove by. Her red Honda Accord wasn’t in the driveway, but I didn’t expect it to be; it had been almost twenty years since I had seen her. I parked on the street and went up and knocked on the front door. It was a cold and rainy day so I was hoping someone would be home.A young woman opened the door with a friendly smile. “Yes?”“Hello, my name is Will, and this is a little awkward but I used to date a woman named Robin who lived here. Is she….?” My question was interrupted by a ringing cell phone behind the woman.“Hold Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan on a sec; come on in and shut the door,” she said, retreating into the kitchen. I looked around. New kitchen appliances, antique dining table gone, and newer furniture.The woman put the phone on the kitchen table and yelled, “Joanne, Greg’s on the phone!”Then she returned her attention to me. She was tall and lean, broad shoulders, dark hair too short for her face, dark brown eyes, and a wide mouth. “Robin was my mom, but she died two years ago of lung cancer. I’m Maggie.”“I’m sorry for your loss,” I said, sincerely.Another woman appeared, looked suspiciously at me, and then answered her phone.“I tried to tell my mom to cut back on smoking, but she wouldn’t listen to me,” Maggie said. “Would you like some coffee or tea? I’d like to know more about your time with my mom.”The other girl was off the phone and jumped right into the conversation. “Tea for everybody; we’re out of coffee, Escort Beylikdüzü Mags.”Maggie introduced us; “Will, this is Joanne, my wife; Jo, this is Will. He used to date my mom.”Joanne shook my hand firmly. Very firmly, and then busied herself preparing the tea and soon the three of us were sitting at the kitchen table. She wasn’t as tall as Maggie. Blond, bushy hair, hazel eyes, a few extra pounds here and there but evenly spread out.“Red Zinger for everybody today,” she said. “How long did you date Robin?”“For about a month, and Margaret, I mean, Maggie was twelve then.”“OH!” Maggie blurted. “I think I remember you!”“Really? That was a long time ago,” I said.“Mom only had a boyfriend about every two years, so when I was eighteen, she told me about her boyfriends and lovers, to warn me about guys. But you have a tattoo on your right shoulder, don’t you?”I was astonished because I never exposed it to anyone except the women I slept with. “Yes, but how did you know that?”“I remember that you were friendlier than some of the other guys. You took the three of us out to dinner and opened the car door for us, you put gas in Mom’s car, and took us to the circus one weekend. I was surprised when you broke up.”“That was my fault; I decided to move to another state to be closer to my dad, who was ill then.”