Confession of Love: My Affair with an Older WomanI lost my virginity when I was 18 in an affair with an older woman who was 24 years my senior. This happened in 1993, in rural Ireland. It is a country that was and still is, to a certain extent, quite backward. I never really had any difficulty finding girlfriends, even though I was still quite inexperienced sexually. Girls my age were very cautious and premarital sex 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 before when she married one of our neighbors who happened to be a friend of my father. The marriage did not last. Her husband left her for another woman and went to work in Boston. She stayed in the small house they had bought. In my late teens, I started to notice her in a different way. She dressed differently from the other women in the neighborhood. She wore tight clothes and walked with a confidence that made me nervous to even say hello to her when I met 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 reached up and handed it to her, but all I could look at were her tits. She wore a white shirt unbuttoned quite low. As she asked me questions about my family and my studies, I was totally mesmerized by her cleavage. After that day, I couldn't get her out of my mind. I completely lost interest in girls my age. I found myself walking past her house to see if I could see her. Sometimes I was lucky. Saturday mornings were the best because I knew that's when she was going to pick up her money at the post office. Sometimes I just walked in the middle of a sheet of paper. been in recent years. I still have a baby face, so I look much younger than I actually am. Most of the women I'm with now are mostly my age, although the older women, in their 40s and 50s, really do it for me. Sometimes it can be hard to find a woman that age who wants to be with a younger man like me, but when it happens, it's magical. Unlike the majority of my friends, much younger women don't do it for me. Since my thirties, I haven't been with anyone more than a few years younger than me. The experience, the lack of ego, the camaraderie, the warmth and depth of older women will always do it for me. Do I think it's because of the magical relationship I had over 20 years ago? I can't be sure, but I will always be grateful to this special elderly woman who made me look at the world with the eyes I do now..