I recently took several days off after a grinding few weeks at work. I ran into an old flame that I dated for a bit, back in 2005. Back then she was a 19 year old petite thing that was very enthusiastic in bed. She didn’t give me any drama when we dated, I simply relocated and that was the end of it. We had alot of good times together.

Fast forward 14 years later and while she is a shadow of her former self, she looks quite good for her age (33). We went to grab some food and catch up over drinks. One thing led to another.

Her enthusiasm and athleticism in bed was notably less than I remembered. . . Her tits have sagged a bit and her ass wasn’t near as firm as it once was. She used to be very tight. . . Not so much anymore. Which was disappointing, especially since she hasn’t had any kids. She still exercises regularly, but gravity and time have still taken their toll.

All in, I am glad I ran into her. If for no other reason than to be glad that I didn’t stay with her when we dated. Even without the ravages of child birth, women can’t maintain their looks and yet will expect more out of a partner as they age.

Hell, theres also the ego component on my end. When she was younger and tighter, I felt “huge” inside her. Now? I feel average at best while attempting to gain any friction in her high mileage gash.

Women often talk about mens size as if its a static metric, and it is. They fail to account for their own size, so to speak. What she probably thought was “big” at 19, is probably average at 33. Even though I am the same size. Even if you account for an increased sample size of more dicks over time, and thus a higher likelyhood of bigger partners; they still get looser over time.

Anyway, this was more or less just a rant on my end. I will stick to the younger ones from now on. Going back for seconds, years after the fact, simply isn’t worth it.