Page 9 of Midlife Tiger’s Last Chance

“Okay,” I say. “That’s enough from the peanut gallery. Now shoo, I have to get ready.”

The kids hug me and follow my sister to her car, talking excitedly about my date and wondering whether I might kiss him twice or even threetimes!

“Here’s hoping,” I say to myself.

I take far too long to get ready, mostly because I go through about twenty different outfits before giving up and just choosing the first one I try—a long sundress with a shawl that can be worn off the shoulder when it’s warm and over the shoulder when it cools down later. I top it off with a sunhat that I hope desperately doesn’t make me look like a grandmother.

He arrives at one on the dot and the way his eyes widen and travel over me when he sees me reassures me that I definitely don’t look like a grandmother.

I smile at him and say, “Hello, Mr. Matheson.”

He returns my smile and says, “Brock. Please.”

For now, I think and am amazed that I’ve already decided to sleep with him later and am fantasizing about calling him Mr. Matheson while cumming on his actual cock and not just my fingers.

Slow down, Minnie.

I giggle and say, “Okay, Brock.”

He offers me his arm and when I take it, I have to consciously keep from gasping at the surge of electricity that runs through me at his touch. He leads me to his car and opens the door. Just that little gesture of politeness means more than he could know. Even when we were dating, Mike never opened the door for me.

He takes us to a French Café near downtown and orders me crepes while ordering a croque monsieur for himself. As we eat, we talk about our kids and life as single parents.

“I don’t know if I can really call myself a single parent,” he says, “Mel was eighteen and already moved out when my wife and I split. I had to deal with her betrayal, but I didn’t have to raise her by myself.”

“Don’t undersell your grief, Brock,” I reply. “Betrayal is hard to deal with. I cried for weeks when my husband left and as far as I know, he didn’t even cheat on me.”

“Well, he left you with two kids,” Brock says. “That’s even worse.”

I shrug. “It has its challenges, for sure, but Gwen and Joe are awesome kids. Once I accepted that I’ll never have the energy they have, it made it a lot easier to handle them.”

“Well, you do an outstanding job,” he says.

I laugh. “How do you know? You haven’t met them.”

He smiles. “Your hair is still attached to your head and you’re doing an incredible job at the office. I doubt those things would be possible if you were failing at home.”

I nod, “Fair enough. I like to think I’m doing all right. From what I hear, you aren’t doing so bad yourself. Jean tells me Melanie has already earned a graduate scholarship in engineering.”

He laughs. “That’s all her. She’s put in so much work. I’m very proud.”

“You should be,” I say. “She did the work but she has a good role model to look up to.”

He smiles gratefully and if that’s the extent of the affection I receive from him, that will be enough for me.

When we leave the restaurant, he offers me his arm again and I accept. The feel of him next to me makes me decide that maybe I want a little more from him after all.

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