I got a problem with May-December Relationships, especially if the man is May. All I can think about is that could have been me, that could have been the one. My great soul mate- and probably great lay, with that cantankerous old bitch. I really don’t mind it the other way around, I mean come to think about it we all were in one relationship with an older person.

          At the start it was all about the money. This guy was loaded. Or if he wasn’t he sure as shit acted like it. Every time I saw him he gave me money.. Then he wanted to hug me. I really didn’t want to but I knew this may be my and his last time. I didn’t really showed him that I loved him for more than his money but personally, I don’t think he really cared. He loved me anyway.

          Sometimes he would make me sit on his lap, after he paid the fee to of course. and he would talk to me about how much he missed his wife. and he keeps telling me how beautiful she was and it was a shame that she died. She died a while back. I know because I was at the funeral. I just humor him because I know that the memory is fading. I do get a little uncomfortable… when he was almost done with his story he would start to stroke my thigh I cant help but think that he is thinking about her.

          I wanted to finally tell him that I loved him this time I wanted to say it and be sincere. That he was more than just a wallet with a face. That night he suffered a massive heart attack. His funeral was a few days later, and like his wife I was there. I did see in the casket and I made the decision that, even though it may be too late, I was going to tell him (Mime Grabbing his hand) I love you, Grandpa.