Girls Rule, Boys Drool
In relationships with large age differences, people often assume the older person instigates it. Something to do with power, or confidence, I guess.
But when it came to me and Clarissa, those people couldn’t be more wrong. It was me who did all the running—I was determined to get my lady.
And a lady she was. As soon as I laid eyes on her at a posh charity do at the golf club I work at, I wanted her. She looked truly stunning in a high-necked and high-backed midnight-blue dress and matching shoes. She had a glass of obscenely expensive champagne in her hand—I should know, I’d poured it—and was surrounded by smiling, simpering people who appeared to hang on to her every word.
Only someone used to watching people, used to reading body language could have known she d
