Today I am feeling nostalgic. I want to look back at the fine young gentleman that I spent time with over the past year-and-a-half. You were all so very lovely and I will remember each and every one of you fondly. This is my love letter to all of you.
The French Boy
You taught me exactly what NOT to put up with in a relationship, and how to stand up for myself and what I need. Self-respect was a stranger to me the entire time we were together but I have found it once again by remembering how low I felt when I was with you. You taught me the importance of letting go when something is not working, of paying attention when one’s words and actions contradict each other, of honoring the little voice inside that is screaming that things just ain’t right.
However, there was also so much good that came out my time with you. Being with you showed me that I have the capacity to open up and love someone, even if I didn’t choose very wisely when I gave that love to you. Your feedback that I was too cool, too detached and too busy protecting myself was spot-on. Allowing myself to be vulnerable, to let a man know how I’m feeling has brought me to the wonderful, peaceful place I find myself in today.
You are truly how I got my groove back! You reminded me that I wasn’t just a mom – I was a woman. A fucking sexy one.
While our time together was cut short by the fact that you accidentally got your ex-girlfriend pregnant right before we met, I still enjoyed you. Sneaking into your house, where you lived with your parents was exhilarating and made me feel like I was back in high school again. You had a rockin’ ass body and I hope you’re enjoying fatherhood!
Supporting the troops took on a whole new meaning when you allowed me to buy you several Jack and Cokes and then take you home for a 21-gun salute. I learned more about the war in Afghanistan and Iraq from spending a few nights with you than I did from reading countless news articles over the years. I saw the pain and the haunted look in your eyes when you spoke about your time there, a pain I knew existed in abstract but never saw so up-close. You were also the first Republican I ever went on a date with. You taught me that I can never, ever again go on a date with a Republican. I thank you for your service, both at home an abroad. You made me feel so very patriotic and proud of the fine young men and women representing us around the world.
Big C (and Not-So-Little C)
I think I will miss you most of all. Your charm, your wit and way with words, your amazing cat, your amateur gangster rap (which was actually quite good) and of course, the ridiculously mind-altering sex. Had you been a few years older, I would have seriously considered trying to turn our once-a-month marathon sessions into something more. You are more talented that you realize, and it makes me more than a little sad to know that we have eaten our last basket of french fries at 1 o’clock in the morning. You taught me that casual does not have to be disconnected and disrespectful. You put the “Friends” in Friends with Benefits. But please – do not EVER grow back that horrific mustache. That thing almost prevented you from getting laid once and it will prevent you from getting laid in the future. Trust.
Thank you for giving me the experience of being aggressively pursued. Nobody in the history of all the men I’ve known has come at me with as much swagger, confidence and persistence as you. No matter how many times I told you that you were “too young” for me, you wouldn’t give up and you made a great case for the old adage that age really doesn’t matter. You showed me that a mini-van, although dowdy on the outside, can be turned into a first-class shag-wagon with the flip of a switch. You’ve got some serious game little man. Now go forth into the wilderness and use it!
The Last Boy (for the foreseeable future, that is)
Thank you for giving me the chance to be the pursuer and to fully live out the cougar fantasy. You resisted me for months and right when I was about to give up, you finally gave in to my advances. The way you looked at me – a mixture of fear, fascination and lust, was intoxicating. Never have I felt so powerful, so in control. You handled me in bed with a skill and tenderness that was astounding for someone as young as you are. I felt like a total goddess in your hands! Our time together was short, and I bet you’re kicking yourself for not surrendering to my many attempts at seduction much sooner than you did. You’re gorgeous, sweet, and musically gifted. I’m so very glad that you were my last stop on the cougar express. What a fantastic way to close out this chapter in my life! I know we’ll be running into each other many times in the future, but I have no doubt that you will handle things with maturity and respect.