Grampy’s dream comes true… and naturally, he’s all “meh” about it.
I finally did it; I managed to convince a girl of 23 to go out with me. I’m 49, she’s 23 and after some playful online banter, I convinced her to go out for a drink… just one, I say, as to not put too much pressure on the night. So, we met, we drank our one drink and then had another, and another and one more for the road. We made out in my car for a bit then I convinced her to come in to check out my “pad,” as the kids say. Long story short, we did the deed and I have to tell you, it wasn’t that great.
WASN’T THAT GREAT? Read the rest here and find out why Grampy’s expectations didn’t meet up with his fantasies. In the meantime, drop off your own rants and confessions in the I, Anonymous Blog—where my expectations are disappointed on a daily basis.
