Romantic Confession: My Relationship with an Older Woman I lost my virginity when I was 18 in a relationship with an older woman who was 24 years older than me. It happened in 1993, in rural Ireland. It is a country that was and still is, to some extent, quite backward. I never had much trouble finding a girlfriend, even though I was still pretty inexperienced sexually. Girls my age were very careful and sex before marriage was frowned upon in Catholic Ireland. The woman who changed my life was a 42-year-old English woman who lived alone in our small town in a quiet, rainy corner of Ireland. She had moved there a few years earlier when she married a neighbor of ours who was a friend of my father. The marriage didn't last. Her husband left her for another woman and went to work in Boston. She stayed in the small house they had bought. As I entered my late teens I started to notice her in a different way. She dressed differently from other women in the area. She wore tight clothes and walked with a confidence that made me nervous to even say hello when I passed her on the street. One day I was in the local store and she asked if I could get her a jar from the top shelf. I stood up and gave it to her, but all I could look at was her breasts. He was wearing a white shirt unbuttoned quite low. When she asked me about my family and college, I was totally mesmerized by her cleavage. After that day, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I have completely lost interest in girls my age. I found myself walking past her house to see if I could see her. Sometimes I got lucky. Saturday mornings were best, though, because I knew that was when he went to pick up his money at the post office. Sometimes I would just walk through a sheet of paper, I have been for the last few years. I still have a baby face, so I look much younger than I actually am. Many of the women I'm with now are mostly my age, although older women in their 40s and 50s really do it for me. Sometimes it can be difficult to find a woman this age who wants to be with a younger man like me, but when it happens it's magical. Unlike most of my friends, much younger women don't do it for me. Since I was 30 I haven't been with anyone who was a few years younger than me. The experience, lack of ego, companionship, warmth and depth of older women will always do it for me. I think this is due to the magical relationship I had over 20 years ago? I'm not sure, but I will always be grateful to that special older woman who made me look at the world through the eyes I look at now.