How to Tell If Your Older Man Is Serious About Being with You: Part 2
I finished up my salad and Mr. Brown, my much older boyfriend, asked if he could come with me to the toy store to help me shop for my daughters’ Easter gifts. I laughed and told him that he was welcome to, but that I didn’t know how much fun it would be. He smirked at me, and I realized that he and I both knew that we’d have fun regardless of what we were doing.
We got in his Bentley and headed toward the toy store. As we stepped out of the car, he reached over and held my hand—it was the first affectionate thing he had done outside of the bedroom. It was nice, but surprising, since there was no guarantee that we wouldn’t run into someone we knew. We grabbed a cart and got to work.
As we walked up and down the aisles, he was grabbing toys off the shelves, playing with them, and asking me about what characters and toys were popular now. He told me a little bit about his favorite toys growing up, and asked me about mine. It felt amazing to just laugh and spend quality time with him, like a real couple.
After checking out, we walked to the car and started loading the trunk. When we were done, Mr. Brown told me that he wanted to talk to me about something. He said that Mrs. Brown had told him about her deteriorating health issues. I was surprised, because I didn’t get the impression from her that she was planning on telling him so soon.
He looked at me with sadness in his eyes as he explained that he was not really surprised at the state of her health—she had been getting sick for a few years now. He also told me that their sex life had been pretty non-existent, essentially since the day they were married. Because she didn’t want children, there was never any need for them to really be intimate, and they both seemed to be happy carrying on with other people on the side.
I told him that I was sorry, but that I needed to excuse myself to get to my kids. He gave me a hug and held me a little longer than usual. I told him that I would see him on Sunday at the Easter egg hunt, along with my kids. He helped me transfer everything to my car, gave me a quick kiss, and off I went.
By the time I got to my mother’s house, I had already gotten a text from him saying that he couldn’t wait to meet the girls again, and that he hoped they loved their gifts. He also told me I was a great mother, and that he was looking forward to hopefully talking more on Sunday.
I didn’t know what more he wanted to talk about, but I felt a little bit better and could breathe easier knowing that his wife’s health condition was out in the open now. I still didn’t want to tell him anything about the fact that she suspected he was having an affair, although I would have the chance to soon enough.