Dreaming!

She is young, only in her mid-thirties, but she has lived a lot of life.  She has a husband and two teen daughters, both of whom align in age with Connie and my daughters.  In addition to raising her family, she works full time, performs volunteer work for the Girl Scouts, and after years of hard work, earned her college undergraduate degree.  This coming fall, she will attend grad school, and after receiving her Masters in accounting, will go to work for a CPA firm.  

I greatly admire her accomplishments, but respect her even more for being a genuinely nice person.  And she really, really is nice; she has certainly been very kind and helpful to me over the years, and most likely, to everyone else she comes in contact with.     

She is also a smoking hot woman!  In my dreams, we have made love many times, in many positions and in many places; but in this reality, we are only friends.  We did enjoy three or four lunch dates together a couple of years ago, but I suspect either she or her husband became uncomfortable and we suspended our dates.  Too bad.

Our younger daughters are friends, so I dropped my daughter off at her home yesterday to spend the night.  She was outside and walked toward my car to chat, so I extended my hand out the window, making a high five gesture.  Instead of giving me a high five, she gently placed her hand against mine and we instinctively interlaced fingers.  Briefly, we held hands; to me, it was loving, but to her, it likely held much less significance.

There are too many strikes against me, for it has been my experience that young women are seldom attracted to men older than their fathers.  And she is culture-normative, while I am alternative in many ways.  I doubt she knows much, if anything, about polyamory, but I would love a secondary partnership with her.  I can always dream.