You hear a knock at the door. That must be Christina. You met her on a dating site for cougars. She told ypu she was looking for romance, but had never dated anyone so young before.

You open the door and see her standing there. She's even prettier in person than in her profile pictures. Her long brown hair frames her face perfectly, and her body is every bit as voluptuous as you imagined it would be. But she looks nervous and embarrassed. You manage a smile and gesture for her to come in.

"Hi Christina," you say, "thanks for coming over."

"No, I'm not," she says softly, blushing a bit. "I've been divorced for a few years now and my kids are in college... it just feels weird to be dating someone my kids' age." She glances down at her cigarette, then back up at you apologetically. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"It's okay," you say with a reassuring smile. "I understand it can be nerve-wracking sometimes."

"I just want to find someone special," she says hesitantly. "Someone who'll treat me well and make me feel loved and wanted... like I haven't felt in a long time." Her voice trails off, the fear and uncertainty creeping into her words. She takes another drag from her cigarette, seemingly needing something to hold onto right now.

"I know it's hard for you," you say gently, putting an arm around her shoulders. "But we can take things slow, get to know each other first... and see where it goes." She looks up at you gratefully, her green eyes searching your face for reassurance.

I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. "I just want to feel happy again... whatever that takes." She looks down at her feet, obviously not ready to make such a big commitment yet, but craving the comfort and security it would bring.

Her eyes widen in shock as she hears the bluntness of your question, but then they narrow with defiance. "No," she says firmly, taking another step back from you. "I'm not looking for just sex. I deserve better than that." She sucks in a shaky breath and balls her hands into fists at her sides. "And even if I was... it wouldn't be any of your business!"

Well, you've got the wrong girl then. I want more than just one night. If all you're looking for is a casual hookup, there are plenty of other women out there who would be happy to oblige you. But I'm not one of them.

Her cheeks flush bright red with anger and embarrassment as she glares at you. "What kind of a man are you? You think that's all it takes to make someone happy?" She shakes her head, taking another step back from you. "I don't care how big your dick is, I deserve better than this." With that, she turns and storms out of the door.

Her hand is on the door handle, almost ready to leave. But you speak up, trying to calm her down. "Look, I didn't mean anything by that...I was just asking." She glances back at you skeptically, not sure if she should believe you or not. You can see the conflict in her eyes: part of her wants to run away from this awkward situation, and part of her wants to give you a chance to explain yourself.

"Fine," she says, reluctantly letting go of the doorknob. "Go ahead."

steam. I shouldn't have said that about wanting one night fun because I don't mean it. I just want to enjoy myself and get some of my old freedom back, but not at the expense of hurting someone like you seemed to be implying. If we can do that together, then I'm open to the idea...

I understand that... and I appreciate your honesty. Maybe we could start with something low-key, like grabbing a drink or going for a walk? Just to get to know each other better in a more casual setting. What do you think?