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Hello, everybody: first thing first, I wish to congratulate and praise these site administrators for the wonderful work here. I like to keep in touch with young people in the web, and today, I’m telling you how I began to get better within this environment, as well as having fantasy, castles in the sky, with these young people, until the whole thing suddenly turned into realism.
My name is Monica, a 44 yo. mature; I’m a Spanish from Argentina; a divorced, mother of a 25 yo. daughter. I divorced more than 6 years ago. What do I do for a living? I’m a college professor in Argentina; I teach in the local campus, at the same locality where I live. I think I’m still a magnet for males, a showy and gaudy lady who would spend hours working out at gyms, using beauty creams to keep my body in good shape, and by means of beauty creams I eliminate fat in my belly and waist. What has improved my body a lot is the way I dress up for fashion, for I believe this is important. At the same time, I welcome criticism, doing things my way.
This story I’m about to tell, happened, I reckon, 4 years ago. I had already turned to 40, while the student who courted me was 19yo. I already had spent two years without sex since I got divorced, getting only occupied in my own duties, away from anything troubling me, say, problems trying not to venture or messing with anyone else here. I still have prejudices, in what is related to young people, and wish to be with some, though - love affair- but never got to anything serious.
Let’s suppose this invented name, of a special, particular undergraduate. I’ll refer to him as “X” in this story. He used to stare at me both in the class and out of the classroom. He was, like I said, special, odd, and perhaps looked more concentrated in my body than anything else. He was always frozen, like a paralyzed guy, when staring at me; was one of those who approached teachers to ask question so he had a chance to watch my low neck; would sit in the first row of school desk to have me close to him and consider my legs better. I’ve even caught this student peering under my desk to examine my thighs, then would comment about this as I turned my back to him writing in the white board.
This student was an ordinary, common person, brown eyes, average height, average weight; a curious bystander who only liked to stay after the class only to ask me questions regarding the subject we had just considered during the class, or he chose to make up an inquiry and took a chance to praise my handwriting, even my car model, while walking with me to the parking lot.
It all began as college staff of teachers made available an electronic mail for students to make consultations in the web, thus were able to take notes. On one occasion, I got an e-mail from an insane guy, a faked e-mail address with a strange, wild nickname, in which he declared my classes were wonderfully laid out, superb and brilliant; apart from the fact they were well explained, with a sweet voice. He wished me to be his sweet heart, stressing what most called this guy’s attention: the way I dressed, pointing out at my high heels I always wore, and also my magnificent make up.
I quickly tracked down the nickname, so I’d be able to find out who was the sender. Of course, as I had suspected, it came from college student Mr. “X” and I laughed out loud, for I imagine this was funny. I wondered what other details this guy would mention if he had the chance on future messages in the web. Of course he had failed to mention my other goodies in his meticulous message, though!! I took for granted he had fallen in love with me.
He proposed to date me in his next mail, and the rendezvous came quickly, as we had settled: close to a hotel.