She intrigues me with her guileless wit, that emits from her youthful ignorance.
She admires the wisdom of my gray hairs,
And the distinction present in my wrinkles.
She seduces me with her taunt torso, that mounts into an even tighter posterior,
Receding into smooth cinnamon toned legs- luscious just by its absence of varicose veins. She exudes the reason I like my women young.
-Junior
Before you think of me as some quailed up Viagra using pervert, with a streak of pedophilia, allow me to introduce myself. I am forty seven year old Junior Johnson Freeman. I was born in Brooklyn to Christian devotees, but never flourished under the dogma. I am a crystal rubbing- tree hugging- tai chi doing- vegan eating- black man. I am always in love just not the love always type, as is typical of us Aquarius men. I like my women young not fetal, between ages of twenty-one and a month before they turn thirty. I would push for eighteen but they’re too uncultured, and Chuck E. Cheese is no spot for a jetsetter like myself.
You might judge me because you’re a woman over thirty, or a man who lacks the suave to attract a beautiful young woman. But, there is nothing indecent about an older man with a younger woman. Except for in cases where the man has children who are in the same age group or older than his partner. But I am a perpetual bachelor, never married and childless, so there is no one who matters to be insulted by my relationships. I will admit that some women in their twenties are too immature to deal with the dynamics of a twenty year generation gap among parent and child relationships and even more inept for such in a sexual relationship.
Christians tend to be the most resistant to relationships with age disparities. Yet their Judaic heritage condones it. Adam was created before Eve, he had time to name all the plants and animals before she emerged into the world, yet when a man takes a partner who is young in the twenty-first century they value it as deviant.
Some are concerned that the older man will rule the woman, but according to their dogma that is just. I’m not antagonistic about Christianity but I decided to expose their hypocrisy concerning the matter. My mother is a staunch Christian and every time she sees me with a young woman she frowns, not because I’m not married but because the woman is young. King David loved beautiful woman, the Shulamite woman was no senior, and it is my preference to fraternize with female (young) adults.
You’re probably thinking of me as a radical, and you’re right; I’m extreme left wing. I have not succumbed to the European suit wearing in the summers, two and a quarter children and a picket fence ideal. I have however delved into the American dream by writing a few Black revolutionary novels. I own a house in Park Slope, a ride that most gas brains would drop it like its hot just to ride shotgun , and a disposable income that keeps me up with the P. Diddys.
You’ve taken notice to the fact that I am affluent and automatically pegged me as a Sugar daddy, but you’re wrong. I have mutually beneficial relationships with young women but it isn’t on the sole premise of sex for money. Although I am able to afford them the luxuries that their male counterparts are less likely to afford.
But it’s deeper than sex, money and luxury. I happen to be a very inspiring and supportive partner. My women are encouraged to pursue their careers. I advise them based on the knowledge I have acquired through life experience. I incorporate them in the process of my writing and seek their opines.
I am not so shallow as to initiate a relationship with a young woman who hasn’t her own goals. An intelligent, young woman with the fervor to pursue her dreams is very delightful as well as a prerequisite when I am wooing. But I will admit that it is sexually gratifying to be with a younger woman. Their bodies are leaner, and they’re more experimental when it comes to sex, they are eager to satisfy and their overall sexual energy is ferocious- fueled by their over-reacting hormones.
You’re probably assuming that I can’t keep up with the sexual demands of a younger woman. I won’t get overly defensive considering most men my age have some form of sexual deficiency. But with my lifestyle, diet, exercise I have maintained a healthy sexual appetite with the grit to quench it. I anticipate that I will be so until I’m a centenarian.
I am not at all implying that women in their thirties are not attractive or pleasing, but it is a lot more complicated with them. Most of them have too many hang ups, ‘take the lights off’, ‘don’t stick it there’ and ‘not tonight‘; to be tolerated along with unsightly varicose veins, and crow’s feet.
I used to date women my age in the eighties when I was in my twenties. Back then it was fun. Women wanted to socialize and have sex while they were building their careers. I applauded the feminist movement for enlightening women that marriage was not priority, and they should focus on building their lives and becoming prestigious in their own right in society.
Then the nineties came. Women had peaked in their careers beyond the glass ceiling and met their aspirations. They had impressive savings, and credit lines that met approval for mortgages. They were now thirty and their biological clocks blared and so they were ready for marriage. They became aggressive, quoting all their achievements and trying to convince me of why they were a catch, and propositioning me for a marriage proposal. But I had no intention of being married at thirty.
At thirty I swore off women my age, not because they weren’t beautiful but their demands were unreasonable especially since I never promised to do such. I’m a series polygamist, I believe in monogamy but not perpetual monogamous relationships, thus I had to avoid this conflict. It is my intention to have as many concubines as King David, and I do not know of any woman who would permit that within the bounds of marriage. I grew up in Brooklyn New York seeing broken, unhappy and triangulated marriages. People who were married lacked the bliss necessary for longevity and faithfulness. If those are the perks of marriage, I think I’ll pass.
I am in no way discrediting the institution of marriage. I believe that it is subjective to the individual. Some people find the union securing, fulfilling and ideal. It can be in very rare cases. But besides pooling resources for a more luxurious lifestyle, I couldn’t be convinced that it is for me. Views like these my mother mentions in her weekly prayer meeting. But, honestly I find that courting is a fulfilling arrangement and it is with the constraints of the marital agreement that very fulfilling relationships become burdensome.
Cohabitating however is an institution I could enroll in. It provides the same companionship as marriage, the pooling of resources and commitment, and the option to leave if it does turn sour. But marriage is a legal bondage that keeps two people who make each other miserable bound by finances, and the opportunistic gain of the poorer party.
Cohabitation is also a step I find intimidating. I believe it is the absences of partners that sustains the novelty that sparks romance in relationships. I am one who values my space, I like living alone- I don’t get lonely; it just makes me appreciate when my muse comes to visit. I write from home, so when I’m not frolicking I’m home. College aged women are best picks for my lifestyle. They have more free time to attend to my sexual needs in between paragraphs and enough commitments to allow me the space for creativity.
My guess is that most women reading this are convinced, I am not marriage material, and they’re right. Women in their delusion are always too ambitious with the men they are dating. They court men who are not marriage ready and labor to ready them. It’s like going to law school for four years and realizing that you’re not apt at negotiations, to then enroll in a one year trade school because you’re getting older and now desperate. I am law school, and it would take more than arguing, good sex or propositions to get me to walk down any aisle.
Women are perceptive, but they lack the discernment to distinguish between temporal and perpetual bachelors like my self. The truth is that most men are slow to the altar but others are altar-phobic, and these are the men not to pursue when looking for a husband. No, you are not so special that you can change a man’s preference. The purpose of marriage is to find a compatible mate, that should extend to courting men who are in the same pursuit of matrimony.
A man like me is no degenerate, I’m just not wired for the role of a supportive husband. When women cry and get sentimental, I’m stunned. My emotional intelligence is in the idiot range, and limited to paying for a massage, dinner and a Broadway play, wouldn’t you agree that I am not marriageable?
Most people who hear of my lifestyle choices always ask, ‘Does your mother know?’ The answer is yes, and don’t become afraid, she’s still mentioning her immoral son at prayer meetings, who knows, maybe her prayers to the God of the bible might work on a pantheist like me. I may not seem morally sound to most of you for obvious reasons, but I do have standards. I’ve never slept with a prostitute, or a woman who hasn’t been tested without a condom, and I always invite my interests to social events as my date. I’d say that I’m a bachelor to be had.
