DATE STORY

I am 74 years old and not satisfied with my life. The children have their own lives with husband and children. Proud to be a grandmother of three beautiful grandchildren, yes. One of the things I don't like anymore is that there is no love in my life. I don't do anything else with it until, almost by accident, I end up on a dating site.

Help, how are you going to do this? I have no idea how this works and I don't know anyone who is on a dating site.

There's one more thing I'm worried about. I haven't kissed, cuddled, let alone had sex in the last twelve years. Should I tell you that or do I want to tell you that? What do I want? Luckily I have a lot of courage, so I just take the plunge. I have resolved to treat myself respectfully and also respectfully towards the men.

At first I feel like a child in a candy store, all these guys have delicious sweets. They send 25 selected men every day, four more, 100 in the carousel and all visitors to my profile. Almost a day job. If a man speaks to me in terms of photo and profile, I respond with a message. This soon leads to a number of dates, but not what I am looking for.

Until there is a man on the site that makes my heart skip a beat. A beautiful man with a nicely written profile, quite close, his name is Dolf. I am writing an extensive message to him, hoping for a response of course. That reaction comes, but he still thinks it's too far out of the way. But after that first contact, another message from Dolf soon follows. We have that magical CLICK. It throws me off balance a bit. What's happening to me, help.

An intensive app contact is created in which we exchange a lot. We also call. It somehow feels very familiar between us and eventually we decide to facetime. I like hearing his voice and watching how he moves, I want to touch him. We are falling in love. What a wonderful feeling, I didn't know that was possible at 74 years old. I feel like an adolescent girl. We want to meet each other and make an appointment. We're going to have coffee at my place and then have lunch. The first kiss is exchanged, we kiss so wonderfully, touching each other feels so soft and tender. With the feeling of passion underneath, so clear. I told him my story during lunch, including how I haven't kissed or made love in so long. He responds very calmly and understandingly, it reassures me.

A few weeks later he visits again. We have had very intensive contact in recent weeks. I like him so much. After a wonderful day we made love in the evening, how wonderful, passionate and nothing feels strange with this man. Yet I soon discover that something is up. I attribute it to an autistic piece by Dolf that I came across. The bond is so strong, there is love between us. Two souls who love each other and yet don't go together. We see each other irregularly, have a wonderful day together, full of warmth and tenderness and make love like the stars of heaven. But it's also sad.

We sometimes try to break the bond and sometimes don't see or hear from each other for months. But the bond turns out to be unbreakable and so we meet again. It's been two years, Dolf is ill, so he doesn't want to see me anymore. Everything changed because of his illness.

Dear Dolf, 75 years old

I'll hold you tight for a moment
Because you fit in my arms
You won't be asking for anything anytime soon
Thinking he can bear it alone. It is nice for your loved ones
Being allowed to be your anchor sometimes makes it a little less difficult. Hence.
He continues to keep his distance, which I understand from his point of view.

Dear Dolf,

This little poem, Written to you. This little poem Whether I still love you. This little poem It is my heart.
It's confused.
This little poem
Is it time I blame it on? My heart becomes soft again
As I expected?
This little poem
So connected
As only we could. This little poem
Drank that love together But it was solidified in hours.
This little poem
AND NOW IT IS QUIET.

I have gotten to know Love again, which has kept my heart warmer. I'm happy with this, because you can never get too much love.

HELLA