What a Day...
Man oh man...what a day. It started very simply. I took my kids to their sailing class, stopped to get a cup of coffee at Starbucks and read the paper. I came home, made a few phone calls and about noon, Julietta called me. My original plan was to go to the golf course, practice a little bit and then come home to get ready for a meeting tonight. Julietta changed all that. We decided that I would come over to her place for some strawberries, blueberries and whipped cream at about 2 o'clock. Well, I took a shower, then remembered that I needed to drop off my rent check. By the time my clean clothes were dry, It was after two. I went to my car and the key wouldn't work. I jiggled and played with it for more than half an hour before the car FINALLY started. By the time I made it to Julietta's apartment it was close to 4. She had a dinner engagement with a close friend at 7 so we ate the fruit and talked for awhile. At about 5:45 she complained of a sore shoulder so I offered to massage it for her. Well, one thing led to another and the next thing you know, we ended up doing "the nasty" for the first time until about 7:30. I must say, she is as horny as I am. She had at least three orgasms! So, we both get dressed and I head out the door to run to my appointment. I get to my car and...nothing. The key will absolutely not work. At that moment, Julietta calls to say her dinner date has cancelled and since there is no way I will make my appointment, we go out to dinner. When we get back--no luck with the car. So it's tow truck city to Exclusive Jaguar . At the moment, I only have about $400 to my name and cable/phone bills to pay. Being out of work for 15 months has severely hampered my cash position. Now the car is going to set me back a nice chunk of change. We'll see what happens.

In the Beginning...
So, what's that old saying, life begins at 40? For me, life begins anew at 45. In the last year, I was laid off from my high-paying job and got divorced. So here I sit in my little two bedroom duplex, trying to find work and starting the whole relationship thing again. To say it has been interesting would be putting it mildly.

I used to work at Williams Communications (now Wiltel)doing sales but my job cratered--along with the telecom market--in May of last year. Since that time I've been out of work. I got a nice termination package which lasted awhile, unemployment helped and so did my 401-K. At about the same time my wife decided she didn't want to be married after 11 years. We went to the marriage counselor who said "We have to decide which road to go down here. If you two are committed to staying together, that's one road. If you two decide to split up, that's another road. So Chuck, on a scale of 1 to 10, how committed are you to staying married?" Now I am trying to figure out which way the wind blows so I give my most non-committal answer--"5, maybe 6," I say. The marriage counselor asks my wife the same question. "Zero--maybe a one," she says. OUCH! So that takes care of that. The only problem is, I have no money to move anywhere. This was in September. We finally refinanced the house, and I walk out with a grand total of $6,000 and the dog in April. Luckily, I am only 3-blocks from the old house and my kids whom I see pretty much every day.

So, here I am on my own, but a man can only live on computer porn for so long before he has to move out into the real world again. As fate would have it, I met Tiffany--a 30-year-old masseuse. I know it sounds great and it was--for awhile. But once we started sleeping together, that was the end of that. On a lark, I posted my picture and joined Match.com and KISS.com. I actually corresponded with a couple of nice ladies, but besides a little hot Yahoo Messenger action, it never really went anywhere. That all changed last week when I met Julietta. Every once in awhile, match.com mails you pictures of suitable matches and that is where I first saw Julietta's picture. She has a beautiful smile and on a lark, I e-mailed her. To my surprise, she e-mailed back and we decided to meet for lunch. She is nothing like me. I am Greek and Irish and involved in the Greek community. She is Mexican and commutes to Tijuana daily to teach school. We met at Old Town in San Diego and she didn't look much like the picture. She's divorced after 27-years of marriage--she got married when she was 17!! a little chunky, speaks with an accent and she talks and talks and talks. At first I was a little turned off. Chunky women just aren't my style--even though I could definitely be described the same way. But we had a nice time at lunch. The next day we talked again--she was going to a friend's house to watch a movie but as we were talking her friend cancelled so I asked her to go to a movie and we went to see "Seabiscuit." I was much more relieved this time around. Her shape wasn't as bad as I kept picturing it and we really had a good time. Sunday we decided to get together and watch the movie "Monsoon Wedding." We enjoyed a nice dinner and an enjoyable make-out session at the door as I was leaving. We shall see where this all leads.