Reflections from Massachusetts

LL

As you are aware, I am a married man again and have been for just short of 10 years, after my earlier widowhood. You also know now that I had a whale of a time in the intervening years, which you partly populated, until you went 'wandering'. At that point I felt free to undertake my own version of wandering. In my case it was with a lot more freedom, being self employed and wealthy.

These days of course I am a happily married man, very happily married again. I really didn't believe that would happen to me again but it did. Prior to meeting Ash I was resigned, if that's the word, to finding someone who was a compromise, although I don't really entertain that notion in life, generally. I didn't have to follow that route though and consider myself very lucky indeed to have Ash as my wife.

You were never going to make it, although in some ways I wish you had. You were too easily swayed by your lusts. In fact I recall you refusing to see me because apparently, I would take you to bed and then you would feel that you would stay with me. If that was your measure of a relationship and ours in particular, then I was right to move on. As I said at the beginning of this paragraph, you were never going to make it...and you never did, even though you realized your mistake afterward.

I'm not sure what it is I possess and I certainly don't think I am God's gift to women, but even now as a married man, women come onto me, and that includes the wives of some of my many friends! Unlike you, I am faithful to my partners in life - always have been, always will be. Nevertheless, some of the hugs and kisses I get from the ladies, mentioned, are a little more than mere greeting and the kisses linger just that little longer than they should do. I'm flattered, naturally.

Then there are the younger women in their thirties and forties who will 'inadvertently' touch me as they brush by, or stand with their leg and thigh against my side, often when I'm seated, and sometimes when I'm not. Then there are the more obvious ones who bend over in front of me or have that 'extra' button undone, all to display their cleavages and the swell of their breasts. All very nice (mostly!!) but, as I said I am a married man and totally faithful, unlike you were LL. Incidentally, what is it like to be a woman approaching 63? I know, as a man it doesn't really make a lot of difference as evidenced by the attention I still get from women.

From that you will have long since realized that I never had need of your dubious and wayward attention, when we parted. Although, at the time I did play a little game with you to teach you a lesson., knowing I was immune from what you imagined happened to me due to my past occupation. You know the term 'per pro' I'm sure - it means to delegate to another 'agency'. That is what happened. By that time I'd had enough of pulling your strings and so had certain people who arranged things for me.

Back to more normal things...for me anyway. We are leaving Nantucket later today and flying down to New York where we are staying for a number of days, and then from there home to Florida and the unadulterated sunshine. It's up around 85F (29/30C) today and it will only get better.

I bet you still recall your time there. Hot days, warm mornings and evenings. Stepping out by the pool with next to nothing on and just feeling great. It doesn't change, I can assure you, but my life has immeasurably since you were part of it.

Here's a quick shot of where I am, on posting this blog

Ciao