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Roxanna could scarcely believe it when she received a letter in the mail on that balmy May evening. It was from the dating service. No man had asked her out on a date since she split up with Jack nearly two months earlier. Roxanna eagerly tore open the envelope and read it. She couldn’t believe it! Dan—the very same Dan whose own written profile had so intrigued her—the man she seemed to keep running into without getting to know each other—had read her profile! He wanted to ask her out. Was it okay for the dating service to give Dan her phone number? Was it okay? Oh hell yes, it was more than okay! Now Roxanna again succumbed to one of her biggest problems: she thinks too much! She began to think about how she was enrolled in a ballroom dance class that would be starting soon, and she was still looking for a dance partner. She recalled that Dan’s profile, which she had read so often that she had practically memorized it, said that he liked ballroom dancing. Dan didn’t know it, but he had actually danced with Roxanna once before. So Roxanna now convinced herself that Dan was merely responding to her ad for a dance partner, in the dating service’s newsletter. She was certain now that he didn’t, he couldn’t, want to date her! Roxanna couldn’t allow herself to believe that a man she found to be interesting, might actually be interested in her, too. That was almost too much for Roxanna to hope for. So it was safer for Roxanna’s fragile heart, to let herself believe that Dan was simply responding to her ad for a dance partner. There was less chance of her getting hurt if Roxanna didn’t allow herself to get her hopes up. Just in case Dan’s apparent interest in her wasn’t genuine. Roxanna wanted more from Dan than just being his dance partner. But now the pendulum of her mind swung back the other way again: maybe dancing with him again would be the first step toward her goal of a relationship with him. So, was it okay to give Dan her phone number? Are they kidding? She couldn’t call the dating service quickly enough, to tell them to tell Dan yes. A definite, resounding YES! Roxanna even wrote a short note for the dating service to give to Dan. And she personally dropped off that note at the dating service the very next morning, before going to work. She asked her dating counselor to mail the note to Dan, along with her acceptance of the offer to date her. *** Dan waited a week for a response from Roxanna. Would this amazing woman, who seemed to be his ideal match in every way, actually agree to date him? It seemed like the longest week in Dan’s life. But then a letter came in the mail. It was from the dating service. It contained a hand-written note that said simply “call me.” It was signed Roxanna, and had a phone number. Her note was so simple, and so direct. Dan liked when a woman was simple and direct. When she says what she means. A rare woman indeed, who doesn’t beat around the bush or try to play mind games. So Dan called her. Roxanna wasn’t home. So Dan left a message on her answering machine. He left his home phone number, and asked her to call him back. By that time, Roxanna had already found another partner for her dance class. Yet she had made it clear to this partner that it would be dancing only. That she wasn’t interested in a relationship with her dance partner. Maybe somewhere deep in the back of her mind, Roxanna had told her new dance partner to keep it strictly platonic, just so she would be free to start a relationship with Dan. The man whose written profile she just kept reading and re-reading. But now that she had a dance partner, Roxanna’s mind was at a loss for a new pretext for daring Dan. So she called Dan back. And of course, she got his answering machine. Having worked her mind into total confusion about what she wanted to do, Roxanna left Dan a very curt, almost hostile message: “I’ve already found a partner for my dance class. But thanks for thinking of me.” The next evening, when she returned home from work, Roxanna found another message on her answering machine. It was from Dan again. “I didn’t call you to be your partner in a dance class. I’m already enrolled a ballroom dance class, and I’m not looking to join another one. I found and read your profile, and I’m very interested in you. I want to ask you out on a date.” Roxanna thought about it. She had found a lot about Dan to like. And they had kept crossing paths without actually kocaeli escort introducing themselves to each other. But Roxanna worried about that damned antique car of his. Would he, could he, be more interested in her than in his classic car? Oh, why did her damned mind have to think so much, and talk her out of what she was feeling? First she had convinced herself that he was he was only interested in a dance partner. Now his car was her excuse. She was just about to give up on Dan before she even started with him. Still, Roxanna thought, Dan couldn’t be any worse than her last few dates. And if it didn’t work out, so what? If Dan doesn’t turn out to be Mister Right after all, Roxanna wasn’t really looking for a long-term relationship right now anyway. Or so she tried to convince herself. The next day, Roxanna called Dan again. They finally got to talk to each other in person. Not just one answering machine to another. “I couldn’t believe you asked me out,” Roxanna began. “I’ve read your profile about a hundred times. I’ve always found it fascinating. You seem to be so much like me. My kindred soul. But I was afraid to contact you.” “For heaven’s sake,” Dan laughed, bewildered. “Why should you be afraid to contact me?” “Every time I’ve made the first move and asked a guy out,” Roxanna explained, “it has never worked out. So all I could do was wait and hope that you would one day read my profile, and you would ask me out. And now you have!” Roxanna was so genuinely happy now. “So does that mean you’ll go out with me?” Roxanna replied with the most enthusiastic yes that Dan had ever heard in her life. They spent about three hours on the phone that night, talking about absolutely everything. They discussed how they share an interest in history, and in ballroom dancing. How they’re both single parents to adopted children. They talked extensively about his adopted daughter, Caroline. And about her adopted son, Bobby. About the challenges of raising an adopted child as a single parent. After three hours on the phone, what more was there to talk about? But the next night, Dan called Roxanna, and they talked for another 3 or 4 hours. “I enjoyed the light humor you put into your profile,” Dan told her. “I loved your pun on kissing frogs to find a prince. What was it you wrote?” “I appreciate the toad in every prince.” “That’s cute. And funny!” “Thank you, Dan. So tell me, are you more toad or more prince?” “You’ll have to go out with me to find that out, Roxanna!” Dan laughed. “I’m amazed at how many interests we seem to have in common,” Dan continued. “We both enjoy jazz and classical music, for example.” “We even have almost the same birthday,” Roxanna replied. “I read your profile. And your birthday is…” “Yes, I know,” Dan interrupted. “Just a week after yours. I noticed that coincidence, Roxanna.” “I’d like to get to know you…and your son,” Dan continued. In the course of their conversation, Roxanna casually mentioned a discipline problem she was having with her 8-year-old son Bobby. Dan surprised her by telling her that he once had that exact same problem with his 14-year-old adopted daughter Caroline, when she was about that same age that Bobby is now. Dan told Roxanna how he had handled it. “It’s a phase that they outgrow,” Dan reassured her. For the first time, Roxanna relaxed and really felt comfortable talking to Dan. Soon, Roxanna was telling Dan about her own childhood, and he was telling her about his. Then they drifted into all sorts of other subjects. Soon, they had been on the phone for another two hours. The next night, Dan called Roxanna again. He told her about a problem he was having at work. Roxanna told him about a problem she was having at her own job. Roxanna joked about being a woman with a career, not a career woman. Dan’s comments showed Roxanna that he was really listening to her, without being a jerk by offering an over-simplified solution to her problems. As so many men seem to do. Again, their conversation wandered into a wide array of topics. And again they talked for more than two hours. Dan and Roxanna spoke on the phone all night every night, about each other’s philosophies, raising children, her childhood, his childhood, past relationships, their jobs, anything and everything. These long phone calls to each other now became a nightly ritual. Roxanna couldn’t wait to get home from work and talk to kocaeli escort bayan Dan. Hearing Dan’s deep, masculine voice always made Roxanna’s heart race a little, while at the same time paradoxically making her feel calm and relaxed. His mellow voice put her into a contented swoon, washing away all her cares of work and single motherhood. Yet the sound of his voice was so sexy, so exciting. The things Dan told her convinced Roxanna that she had at last found a true gentleman, a real rarity in today’s world. Dan found Roxanna to be smart, charming, funny, and a very compatible personality to his own. She seemed to be a very open and giving personality. Yet she told him that when someone crossed her, she would and did “chew them up and spit them out”. This sounded terrific to Dan: Roxanna was warm, loving, and giving when it was reciprocal. Yet she was able to stand up for herself and not get pushed around by life, or by the jerks one so often encounters in life. They kept up these nightly phone calls for two months. Dan liked that Roxanna took a genuine interest in what he had to say. And he enjoyed listening to every detail of what she told him about herself and her life. Dan found himself racing home from work every evening. Because he could hardly wait to get home and start one of their all-night conversations. Talking with Roxanna was the highlight of Dan’s day, each and every day. He had never felt this strongly about a woman before. And as far as he knew, they had yet to meet in person! “My parents have the most amazing, loving relationship,” Dan told Roxanna one night. “Even after 48 years together. Always holding hands. Giving each other loving, sweet little pats so full of deep, hidden, secretive meaning, while she washes dishes and he dries them, every night after dinner. “My parents even still buy each other gifts for no reason,” Dan continued. “They tell each other these gifts are ‘just because I love you.’ When I was growing up, my parents went out for dinner and dancing every Saturday night, leaving my brothers and me with baby-sitters. They still have their Saturday-night dates, even now! For as long as I can remember, I’ve longed to find that kind of relationship for myself.” “I’d like a relationship like that, too,” Roxanna whispered. “I joined the dating service looking for something just like what you describe. But,” she sighed, “I have yet to find anything even remotely like the relationship you say your parents have, Dan.” Roxanna wondered to herself whether the apple might not fall far from the tree. Whether Dan would be the kind of loving and considerate man that he described his father to be. “For most of my life,” Dan continued, “women hardly ever noticed me. And I seem to always be nervous and shy around women.” “You don’t seem to be having any trouble talking to me,” Roxanna pointed out. Dan realized she was right. Roxanna was one of the first women he’d ever known who didn’t make him all tongue-tied. “Do you know the song You Can’t Hurry Love?” Dan asked her. Then he began to sing it to her over the phone, in his deeply sexy baritone voice. “Yes, I know that song,” Roxanna sighed. “Unfortunately, I know it all too well! What about it?” “Well,” Dan replied, “that song could be the story of my life.” “Mine, too,” Roxanna agreed, sighing. “I’ve often wondered how long I must wait.” A long pause. “Why is love so hard to find, Dan?” “I’m not sure. But I think my problem with girls started very young,” Dan explained. “I went through the usual boyhood strangeness of thinking girls were yucky, they had cooties, and so on. I don’t know why young boys think like that.” “Boys don’t have an exclusive on that!” Roxanna laughed. “As a little girl, I thought boys were as slimy as worms.” “Most boys are!” Dan laughed. “Anyway, I guess I was unusual. Because somewhere in the back of my mind, I also always had enormous respect for women, and for their intelligence. Probably because my mother had a Bachelor’s degree in radio broadcasting. And my maternal grandmother had a Ph.D. in pharmacology. Grandma even used to own her own neighborhood pharmacy store. Mom and grandma were both very smart, and I looked up to them enormously!” “So you really prefer smart women?” Roxanna asked. “I guess so,” Dan replied. “One girl I grew up with from kindergarten through fourth grade was very smart, and I admired that about her. But she seemed izmit escort to have a somewhat superior attitude. She never really seemed to accept my offered friendship I’ve always been shy, and it wasn’t easy for me to offer my friendship to anyone. Least of all to a ‘yucky girl!’ So I took her rejection of my friendship fairly hard.” “So,” Roxanna asked. “When did you first start dating girls?” “Well, I don’t think you could call it dating,” Dan pondered. “But it was the first time I started really noticing girls. I celebrated my birthday aboard a cruise ship. As my family and I were boarding the ship, I met and had an instant rapport with this cute brunette girl who was a year old than me. I was the son of a factory worker, and traveling second class. She was the daughter of a doctor, and traveling first class. So we were from different worlds. But there was an instant chemistry. We went everywhere on the ship during our five days together. ” “A real ship-board romance, eh?” Roxanna laughed. “She snuck me into first class,” Dan continued, “where I technically wasn’t supposed to be. But it wasn’t like I had a big sign on me saying Second Class. So who was going to know? We found a secluded stairwell to talk. She told me her father was a doctor. Then she asked me, all giggly, if I had ever played doctor. Having lived a fairly-sheltered middle-class life, I didn’t even know what that meant.” “So did she explain what that meant?” “She didn’t exactly tell me!” Dan stammered, feeling himself blush at the memory. “More like she showed me. Right there in the stairwell, she undressed herself. Completely! And she showed me things I’d never seen before. “Then she helped me take my clothes off. She seemed fascinated to see what a boy looks like. And I have to admit, it fascinated me to see how different a girl was ‘down there’ than I was. But I was still too inexperienced with girls, and with life in general, to really understand anything about that. It was just mostly a curiosity. There was no touching or anything. Just looking. The whole encounter lasted maybe five minutes, if that. We spent a lot of time together through the whole five-day cruise. But we never saw each other again after the cruise ended.” Dan paused. “I really shouldn’t have told you that story.” “Why not?” Roxanna asked. “I just don’t want you to think I’m a sex fiend or anything.” “Are you a sex fiend?” Roxanna laughed. “No,” Dan admitted. “Technically, I’m still a virgin.” “Technically?” Roxanna wondered. “Well, I’ve never taken it further than oral sex.” “.I don’t understand. You’ve had oral sex but you’re still a virgin at 40? How did that happen?” “I was in college,” Dan explained. “I was 19, and just like the girl on the cruise ship, my college girlfriend was a year older than me. She and I had kissed. A lot! But we had never done anything more than that…not yet. I often told her I respected her way too much to ever do anything that might make her feel uncomfortable around me. “Then one day,” Dan continued, “We both had the day off from school. I went over to her parent’s place. At 20, she still lived with her folks…and I still lived with my parents, too. But it was daytime, so her parents were both at work. They wouldn’t be home for hours.” “Uh-oh!” Roxanna laughed. “Sounds like the perfect setup for getting naughty!” “I guess it was. Because we sat on the edge of her bed and watched the noon news together on TV. We kissed again, as we so often had.” “All alone in a girl’s bedroom, Dan? And all you did was kiss her?” “At first. But then she asked me quite sweetly if I wanted to take it further. “And you said no?” Roxanna asked skeptically, remembering that Dan claimed to still be a ‘technical’ virgin at 40. “I told her quite honestly that I really wanted to save that for the girl I would marry.” “Wasn’t she mad that you rejected her advances, Dan? I think I would have felt insulted!” “No. Not really. Actually, she smiled and told me, ‘No problem. There are other things we can do.’ I was only 19 and I really didn’t know what she meant. She was 20, and she was more sophisticated about such things than I was. “That’s when my girlfriend lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties,” Dan continued. “She instructed me to put my face between her thighs, and she gently guided me about what to do. “That was when I first discovered,” Dan confessed, “That I genuinely enjoy the sight, the smell, and the taste of pussy. The feeling of a woman gushing onto my face.” “You’re making that up!” Roxanna laughed. “What do you mean?” Dan was slightly hurt that Roxanna doubted his honesty. “There’s no such thing as a female orgasm!” Roxanna replied adamantly.

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