The Neighbor

The Neighbor

September 8, 2018

Dear Diary,

I find myself having impure thoughts about my thirty seven year old neighbor. He's a really sweet young man with milk chocolate skin, clean shaven, muscular build and so tall that I have to look towards the sky to see his handsome smile. Sometimes I find myself feeling ashamed of these erotic feelings that are surging through my body every time I see him coming outside checking his mailbox or just mowing his lawn. For goodness sake, I have sons this boys age. I'm a lonely 54 year old woman and I have been divorced from my ex husband John for six years now. He got married eight months after our divorce was final to some twenty six year old red head. He was always such a asshole. I don't regret signing the divorce papers one minute. The best thing that came out of our thirty year union was our three sons. They are all grown and have their own families to tend to. They call to check up on me every now and then. I love working with children and have been a librarian at the local elementary school for many years. My personal life sucks. All I need is a good roll in the hay every now and then to keep me feeling more relaxed. I have tried the online dating apps and had a few dates. Nothing to brag about mind you. I went out to a romance movie with one gentleman on a Saturday night. He was dressed really nice and bought me flowers too. I was intrigued. When we got to the movies I kept smelling something foul. I asked him, “Do you smell something?”. He told me, “No, my sinuses must be acting up.” I kept smelling this funky smell and it was making me sick to tell you the truth. Honey, it was the mans feet that was stank. I mean they smell so bad that you could smell them right through his shoes. That was the last date I went on. I need to get out of the house more and stop looking out the window at the neighbor before he catch me watching him and call me a dirty old lady. Time to go to bed. I have an early doctors appointment in the morning.

Goodnight,

Gena

September 9, 2018

Dear Diary,

I got up early this morning and started my coffee like I do every other morning. I had made some extra homemade pecan cinnamon rolls that I put in the refrigerator the night before. I put four of them on a baking sheet and place then in the oven. The fresh aroma of cinnamon rolls filled the whole house. I sat down on the couch put my glasses on and opened up my morning paper. There was a knock on the front door. It was the hot young hot man across the street. I opened door to see what he wanted. He smiled and told me whatever it is I was cooking sure smelled good. I invited him and offered him some coffee and homemade cinnamon rolls. My Lord if I knew my cinnamon rolls would've brought him over like this I would have baked them months ago. I told him to have a seat at the kitchen table. He told me that his name was Todd Rainey. I told him my name was Gena Walker. We had a nice conversation over breakfast. He told me that he liked older women. I looked at him like what?. I tell you I can't make this shit up honey. He said his last girlfriend was forty eight years old. I told him my age and he said I don't look in my fifty's at all. I though to myself, “This young man must be hungry or something.” Because I look every bit of my age to me. He told that he was a registered nurse. I wouldn't have guess that one. He worked a the local hospital in Cartersville. He asked me if I wanted to go out wit h him sometimes. I told him yea why not. Ain't like I had anything exciting to do here at home. I told that he would pick me up at 8:00 pm. Asked if there was anywhere special that I would like to go. I had always wanted to go to Ruby's. It a new bar and grill that opened up about three months ago. I heard people said that he food is good there. I told Todd that's where I'd like to go. So we went there. The bar was full tonight. I was a little afraid because of our age difference and the look that we would probably have gotten. But to my surprise no one even noticed. We ordered our food an rinks and talked most of the night. After getting back home, he kissed my hand and I went inside the house. It was a nice evening and he smelled really good. I don't know where there will go but I had a really nice time. It's almost 11:00 pm and I need to take a tums or something. That jerk chicken I order feels like it's trying to give me a hard time.

Goodnight,

Gena

September 10, 2018

Dear Diary,

Todd came over early this morning. Things happened pretty quickly and we ended up in the bed together having sex. I couldn't believe what had happened. I was a virgin when I met John. I haven't had many sexual partners but I can tell you this, Todd was a hell of a lot better than John.

As he laid in the bed beside me all I could think of was this real or a dream. I mean for months now all I could think of was jumping this young man's bones and to actually have done it was truly something unreal. To have your husband marry someone who is much younger than you and make your self esteem go down a couple of notches was devastating for me. Hey, I didn't do too bad myself. Todd and I went out a couple more times after this. He was an amazing young man and we weren't looking for anything serious. We both was just having fun enjoying each others company. I'm enjoying the looks that I get when we are together. I don't know if people are wondering what this old woman is doing with this young man or the other way around but I'm enjoying every minute of it. In October when fall break rolls around, Todd told me that we were going to rent a cabin in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I have always wanted to go there in the fall. It so nice to have the chance to finally go. John was always doing something so we never got the chance to go there when we were married. Only time will tell where this rollercoaster ride will take us. I tell you this girlfriend, I'm enjoying every minute of it to the fullest.

Goodnight,

Gena