AN UNEXPECTED EVENT

Well, I suppose it had to happen eventually. While I am not out where I live in the sense of running up and down the halls with a rainbow banner. I am out in that I refer to my husband Robert when discussions move in that direction. The question of "are you gay" has never been asked but it is sort of an unstated understanding among those residents that are friends.

Yesterday afternoon suddenly Timmy went balistic and there was a knock on my door. I answered it and it was an old man, probably about 85 or so, bent in the sholders and using his walker to get around. He infomed me that his wife had gone to visit their children in Dallas and that if I wanted to come up to his apartment later he was sure we could have a good time. That sort of old straight man attempt at hitting on me. I think that if he had been more subtle I might have responded differently. But that "I am alone the weekend and horny" approach just did no meet even my lowest level of a romantic invitation.

I had to supress a laugh and just smiled and told him what a compliment it was but that I was busy that evening (a lie but I did not want to outright reject him and have him feel bad) and that while his offer was very nice I really did not want to develop the building reputation that I was the old Gay man who was always available for a blow job or a fuck with old horny straight men. I did not use the term horny old straight men, I actually said with anyone who's wife was not around and then have to face them when they returned.

I am pretty sure the word is out among the men who live here that I am Gay and alone. But that does not imply that I am available at their whim. If an older Gay man were to move in here and express any sort of interest in me I would not turn him away be it for friendship/companionship or sex or any other reason. But statistically I know the chances of that are pretty slim.

There actually was, before I moved in here, a Gay man who lived in the apartment right next to mine. Maybe I live in the Gay wing of the building. But that would mean there are six other apartments currently occupied by older women that would have to be reassigned to my Gay brothers and sisters.

I think there is a Lesbian that recently moved in. Everyone was whispering "is that a woman or a man". She is the butchest looking woman I have seen in a long time and when asked says that when her husband died everything just got to be too much for her to handle and she move in here. Of course her husband could actually have been here wife. I know there was a time when My Robert and I allowed people to think either he or I were the wife in casual conversations with people. Not correcting people when they asked about our spouse. Of couse that all changed when we moved to our farm. It was pretty obvious there were to old me in that house. And, we were totaly accepted as a couple by the "townsfolk".

Anyway, I have run off on a tangent, this was about my night caller. He went on his way and at dinner last night he was not in the dining room. It will be interesting to see if he shows up for breakfast this morning as he is a part of our sort of men's breakfast club. I hope he is not uncomffortable at having made the offer and being "rejected" and that he just realizes that he was just horny and willing to be open to physical contact of any kind he could get. The human sex drive really is an odd thing.

Just thought you all might be interested given my recent postings about being alone. Yes I am alone but not lonely. And am not in such a state that I would just jump at the chance for a random bit of sex. At least not yet.