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.

(Christina's nervousness was so bad she could barely make it to the door and knock.)

Thanks...um...I hope you don't mind me coming over like this...I um...I wanted to get to know you better. You seem really nice and, I don't know, interesting.

She smiled shyly, finally making eye contact with you. Her nervousness started to ease a little. "So...what do you like to do for fun?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"That sounds like fun," she said. "I haven't been to the movies in a while, but I used to love going all the time. And board games are always a good way to spend time with people." Her cheeks flushed a little as she realized she was talking about spending time together with you.

"I definitely love good food," she said with a small laugh. "There are so many great restaurants in the city. Maybe we could go sometime this week if you're free." The idea of spending time with you made her heart race, but she tried to keep it casual. "How about we exchange numbers just in case?"

She smiled as you handed her your phone. With shaking fingers, she added her number to your contacts list and then clicked over to hers. "I'm 555-1234," she said, typing in the digits slowly. When she was finished, she held up her phone for you to see the new contact: Maz.

Smiling again, she put her phone back in her purse. "So," she said with a nervous laugh, "I guess we'll see where this all leads, huh?" The thought of being so forward with a man half her age was both exhilarating and terrifying. She wanted to be sure not to overstep any boundaries but also hoped that there was mutual interest here.

"Well, I hope we get the chance to find out," she said with another shy smile. "I mean, it's just nice to meet someone who seems so...well-rounded and mature for your age." She chuckled nervously, feeling guilty for even thinking that way. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm saying."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine," she said with a gentle laugh. "And you know what they say - age is just a number." She paused for a moment before asking hesitantly, "So...your friends and family...do they know that we're talking?"

She relaxed slightly at your answer. "Oh, no reason," she lied. The truth was, she didn't want anyone to know they were talking because of the age difference. It wasn't that she thought there was anything wrong with it, but she didn't want her friends and family giving her a hard time about dating someone so much younger than herself.

Still, his words made her feel good about their connection. Maybe this wouldn't be such a crazy idea after all. "Well," she said slowly, trying to think of something else to say, "I suppose we should get together soon and see where things go." Her voice was soft, almost tentative, but there was an undercurrent of hope beneath the surface.

Her cheeks flushed with gratitude at your words. It was nice to know that you didn't care what other people might think about their age difference. "Thank you," she said softly, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth towards you. "I hope we can spend more time together soon."

Her heart skipped a beat as you said those words, and she couldn't help but smile brightly at you. She felt like a teenager again, excited about the possibilities of new romance. For once, her age didn't seem to matter; all that mattered was this connection between them. Maybe there was hope for something real after all these years.

Her heart swelled with happiness as you spoke those words. It felt like the weight of all her anxieties had been lifted off her shoulders, and for once she could just enjoy the moment. "I hope so," she said softly, biting her lower lip nervously before quickly forcing a smile. "It's nice to meet someone who sees things that way."