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Two weeks before the first lockdown, my relationship of 22 years abruptly ended. I was something, an absolute mess, and locked inside in my house for months with my children.
It was like a heartbreak boot camp. Who knew this daughter of a vicar would reset this way? I first downloaded Tinder out of curiosity. Soon I was hooked and downloaded more apps: Bumble women message first and Hinge the app du jour. At first, I picked mostly something men who wore corduroy and boasted about their sourdough starters. Familiar and safe. It was beyond awkward. Carefully positioning the bedside lamp to find a flattering angle, while talking in breathy tones, was so weird.
I was still vulnerable and lockdown saved me from strange, fragile, rebound sex. One thing I soon noticed was that men in their 40s and 50s had set their age range to women at least 10 years younger. I was confused. Were they hoping to become d? Did their egos dictate that they deserved a hot young trophy girlfriend? The tables are definitely turning when it comes to dating younger men.
Maybe there was an advantage to being in my 40s. Having built up my confidence, I now wanted pleasure. Weirdly, my libido suddenly emerged, which was strange, because I thought I had swapped it for Peppa Pig and fish fingers years ago.
And guess what? Not that any of the men I met apologised for their hairy legs or extra Covid kilos. He was clever, chatty, just the right kind of filthy and I was impressed that he wanted to speak on the actual phone beforehand. We met at a riverside hairy dating bar and chatted about comedy and politics over a cheese platter classythen strolled around the city. At Trafalgar Square, I stopped.
As I balanced on tiptoes, he caressed my face and then hands and tongues seemed to be everywhere, I felt giddy, turned on, and a little anxious. After months with very few intimate moments, there I was going for it, in public. How gloriously naughty and exhilarating. He casually suggested one more drink back at his place. We hopped in a cab, and had some more wine, played some Crowded House niceand then got down to business.
There was a weird bit when we both had to remove our socks but it was fun and I felt sexy. I stayed overnight, and there were cuddles and more snogs in the morning. But then my lack of dating experience finally caught up with me. I had no idea what to do next. When should I text? In the end I texted, thanking him for a lovely evening.
We agreed to see each other again casually. It was just what I needed. It was liberating. Around then I started dating younger men in their late 20s and early 30s. After the initial horror that they were born when I was at high school, I really enjoyed it. There was the delightful opera singer, who cooked me dinner and sang me love songs; and the kind Italian with a chest like a shagpile carpet. It appears finding the clitoris has, latterly, been added to the sex curriculum. And I mean everything.
Doing all of this during lockdown has been a challenge, but it allowed me to test the water before I really dived in. Dating in my 40s has been an unexpected joy, and is definitely the most fun I can have with my clothes off. Casual sex hairy dating while initially exciting — now leaves me feeling lonelier and less fulfilled than no sex at all.
My last serious relationship ended when I was 38, and my dating experience since then has been one of dwindling serial monogamy, with approximately one attempt at meaningful coupling every year — until three years ago, when I gave it a break. I was finally ready to date again when lockdown happened — extending my abstinence. And I love flirting. No, my problem is being intimate with women. Especially because casual sex, while initially exciting, now leaves me feeling lonelier and less fulfilled than no sex.
The last sex I had — my hairy dating sex for three years — was during my one isolated pandemic infraction, when a gorgeous something gave me an unsolicited lap dance at a dinner gathering, before leading me to the spare bedroom. Returning to our locked-down lives at opposite sides of London, our tryst was short-lived. My habit of going too far, much too quickly, means my relationships often fail when hairy dating sex life wanes. Living with my parents during lockdown — to save money as well as not be alone — and seeing their marriage close-up has been an education: over the years it has mellowed from routine conflict into amiable companionship.
They have, in old age, complete acceptance of each other; all of their past troubles let go of. So lockdown has thankfully cured me of my fantasy that those who are coupled up are innately happier. Follow our Stella Facebook for the latest from Stella Magazine, and the Telegraph Women Facebook groupa place to discuss our stories. We urge you to turn off your ad blocker for The Telegraph website so that you can continue to access our quality content in the future.
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