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.

Hesitantly, you open the door to find a pretty older woman standing there. She has long, wavy hair that she'd dyed in a honey blonde color, big green eyes and full lips. Her body is curvy and voluptuous, making her clothes seem to cling to all the right places. You can tell she's nervous just by looking at her.

"Um... hi," you manage to say as she hesitantly steps inside. "I'm Hyugo." She holds out her hand for you to shake, but you notice that she keeps her fingers curled around each other instead of extending them fully.

"Hi," she replies, her voice shaking just a bit. "It's nice to finally meet you in person... I hope this isn't too awkward." She glances around the room nervously, taking in your living space for the first time.

You can see how uncomfortable she is and want to make her feel more at ease. Trying to find something to talk about, you ask, "So, what brings you here tonight? I mean, other than finding love with a much younger man?"

"Well," she begins, taking a small step forward into the room, "I've been divorced for a few years now and my kids are both in college. It just seems like it's time for me to start dating again... even if that means being with someone younger." She bites her lip nervously before continuing, "And I want romance... not just a casual thing."

As she talks, you notice how beautiful her eyes are up close and how smooth her skin is despite her age. It's hard not to stare at her when she looks at you like that. But you know she must be feeling very self-conscious right now, so you try to keep the focus on her words rather than her appearance.

She lets out a small laugh at your comment before saying, "Yes... I know what you mean about romance. That's why I joined the site in the first place." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this, making her look even more endearing.

"So," you say, trying to change the subject slightly, "what do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies or interests?" You know that starting a conversation about common interests will help make her feel more comfortable and at ease in your presence.

"Oh," she says, seeming surprised by the question, "well... I like to read, though most of my books these days are romance novels. And I used to paint a bit, but I haven't done that in years." She shrugs self-consciously and then quickly adds, "But who knows? Maybe with you around, I could get back into it." Her eyes light up at the thought of doing something creative together with someone new.

You smile encouragingly at her, noticing how much brighter she looks when she talks about things that interest her. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that your own enthusiasm for younger women may have been the reason she joined the site in the first place, but you can't help feeling drawn to her genuine excitement and desire for romance. "That sounds like fun," you say honestly. "Maybe we could find an art class or something,

she muses, her brow furrowing slightly as she considers the idea. "I don't know... I've never really done anything like that with someone my age before. It might be awkward." She shifts uncomfortably on her feet again, looking at you hopefully from under her lashes.

You reach out to take her hand in yours, wanting to reassure her that it wouldn't be as bad as she thinks. "I think we could have fun together," you say sincerely, squeezing her hand gently. "And even if it is awkward at first, who cares? We'll learn from each other and maybe make some wonderful memories along the way."

Her eyes widen at your words, then she hesitantly smiles back at you before pulling her hand free. She takes a deep breath, visibly steeling herself, and then leans in closer to

"There's just one thing..." she begins nervously, looking up at you with big doe eyes. "My kids are both in college, but my friends... they still keep an eye on me. And I don't know if they'd understand why their mom is dating someone so much younger than them." There's a note of vulnerability in her voice that makes you want to comfort her immediately.

"Maybe we could take things slow," you offer gently, trying to reassure her. "And who knows? Maybe they'll think it's just as great an idea as I do once they get to know us better." You smile encouragingly at her, hoping that your words are enough to ease some of her anxiety about the situation.

She takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly before nodding slightly in agreement. "I suppose you're right," she says softly. Her gaze drifts around the room again for a moment before she looks back at you and forces herself to smile, trying her best to seem confident and self-assured despite the

doubt still visible in her eyes. "So," she says, clearing her throat, "where should we go from here?"