Does older men have a way with words ? Always felt they are observant and compliments well

I wasn’t even supposed to be on that cruise. One of the girls’ friends dropped out last minute, and suddenly there I was—Pree—stepping onto the ship with two women who had already planned their little getaway. At first, I felt like the outsider, but after a few glasses of champagne and some sun-drenched laughter by the pool, I started to feel like I belonged.

It didn’t take long to notice them. Two men—older, confident, the type who didn’t fidget or rush. They lounged in their chairs as if they owned the ocean itself, watching us with the kind of attention that makes your skin prickle before you even meet their eyes.
 
I wasn’t even supposed to be on that cruise. One of the girls’ friends dropped out last minute, and suddenly there I was—Pree—stepping onto the ship with two women who had already planned their little getaway. At first, I felt like the outsider, but after a few glasses of champagne and some sun-drenched laughter by the pool, I started to feel like I belonged.

It didn’t take long to notice them. Two men—older, confident, the type who didn’t fidget or rush. They lounged in their chairs as if they owned the ocean itself, watching us with the kind of attention that makes your skin prickle before you even meet their eyes.
And the flutter of butterflies in the pit of your stomach begins a familiar journey of cat and mouse; trying to hold back your arousal, trying not to let it show, but your nipples are not playing the game; they are calling the shots. The raised eyebrows of the steward as he passes you the drink confirm what you already know to be true: your nipples are as hard as two pebbles and so, so visible through your light bikini top.
 
I wasn’t even supposed to be on that cruise. One of the girls’ friends dropped out last minute, and suddenly there I was—Pree—stepping onto the ship with two women who had already planned their little getaway. At first, I felt like the outsider, but after a few glasses of champagne and some sun-drenched laughter by the pool, I started to feel like I belonged.

It didn’t take long to notice them. Two men—older, confident, the type who didn’t fidget or rush. They lounged in their chairs as if they owned the ocean itself, watching us with the kind of attention that makes your skin prickle before you even meet their eyes.
And we noticed you too!
 
As I get to know more mature men, and enjoy their company, I have to agree with you. They speak well, have a wealth of knowledge and understand that we like to be charmed, enchanted and talked to, not at.

Lucy.
I think back to my "young and dumb" days and can't agree more. When I talked to women I was focused on impressing them with who I was (not that I was impressive). Now the conversation flows more smoothly. I pick up on what truly fascinates her about the world and what she likes. Compliments I give are real and sincere now. It's about the dance...not the destination. Foreplay starts with "hi".
 
Back
Top