Sex Savage Love Letter of the Day
posted by October 17 at 8:53 AMon
I wrote you once before, in response to a column you wrote for Salon, and said how warm and fuzzy I felt about you, even though I’m a straight, middle aged, married guys with a great family. Well, dammit, you did it again! I just read your piece about Mark Foley.And what do I do with these e-mails? I delete them. Responding—to say nothing of taking any of these kids up on their offers (offers they would most surely withdraw when they saw me in person)—wouldn’t be right. Because the last thing gay teenage boys need in their lives, in my opinion, are gay middle-aged men.
Damn straight. Actually you could have written “Because the last thing teenagers need in their lives, in my opinion, are middle age men.” Duh, eh?
Once, I had a similar situation. A very attractive 16 daughter of a friend got the hots for me (trouble at home, parents eventually divorced over infidelities). Blonde, over-developed for her age, and, actually, very bright and mature. What did I do?
I am proud to say I ran like a bunny. I made sure I was never alone with her without her folks around, and did my best to avoid social situations where she was present at all. I told her folks I felt uncomfortable with her attentions. I shunned her by simple avoidance (I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to leave me alone, but I kept away from her). I told my wife what I thought was happening and asked her to run interference.
Today, she’s well over me and has an age appropriate boyfriend. I’m so glad I did what I did, even though she was by far the best looking woman who has ever evidenced attraction to me (like some of the boys who write you, this gal was hot). I don’t feel guilty. My family isn’t screwed up. And I didn’t start some kid with issues down a dark road. I acted like an adult. So do you.