Right now, you're probably wondering why the WTF in the title. Allow me to explain, gentle readers. The WTF came from the number of ladies that hit on me that night. Some were cougars, some were kittens. All of them were attractive. All of them also had the same reaction: They thought I was in my 20's. One of the cougars even went so far as to call me cougar bait. That kind of thing really boosted my ego, but I've been out of the dating scene for so long I really didn't know how to respond. I just said thanks, but I'm not looking for anything right now, but maybe in the future. Maybe I screwed the pooch on that one, but I know that anything I did that night would have been purely physical and nothing more than a rebound at best. That's not fair to anyone.
I suppose that my conscience might also be working over time to keep me on the level since I know I still love my Lady. That conscience and heart of mine both need to let go so I can work on moving forward. My mind and body are ready, but the heart and soul less so.