Once upon a time I was attending a jazz session at a local college one night. Seated next to me was a very attractive lady who seemed to be enjoying the performance immensely. She was physically into the session, bouncing and gyrating to the music as if her whole body was involved in it.
I commented to her how good the sounds were. She was not bashful in responding to me, agreeing that they were really good. Then she went on to explain who the musicians were, by name. I had never heard of many of them, and told her so. We exchanged small talk throughout the session, when near closing I asked if she were married. She said she was not, and I asked if I could call her sometimes, at which time she promptly scribbled her home and work phone number on my copy of a program. Turns out she is a Ph.D. Professor in the Drama department at the University. One day I called her and requested she meet me for drinks at a local pub after work. She agreed. That evening we met, had drinks, a sandwich and exchanged information on each other. I asked her if she was dating, at which she said she really didn't have the time to date exclusively but was amenable to going for walks and an occasional drink when time permitted. She actually lived within walking distance from where I lived.
Several Saturday mornings we would go for walks, and have very stimulating conversation. We would have lunch at the Super Salads Restaurant on occasion. She had traveled to Africa several times, and sometimes brought snapshots along that she had taken. She enjoyed explaining about her visits to the motherland while we ate.
By now we had become good friends and was very comfortable in each other's presence. We talked on just about any topic.
One evening, after we had gone walking, she left my house in her car going to the nearby grocery. She always drove to my house and parked her car there while we walked. As I was watching the evening news my doorbell rang. It was her. She came in, sat down smiling. She asked what exactly did I want in a relationship. When I told her she promptly said, " Since I really don't have the time for a relationship per se' how about being my fuck buddy?"
She said she just needed to be held and cuddled by a man from time to time, and was willing to be physical for him in return. It was an offer I could not refuse, and the rest is history. She eventually took leave of absence from the University to teach in Africa for a year. To say I am eagerly waiting for her return would definitely be an understatement!
