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Have you ever done something totally random, and then a few months or years later realize that it incomprehensibly changed your life? I’ve always thought there should be a word for the feeling that encompasses this revelation. Maybe by the end of this story, you can help me come up with the right word.My wife and I were laying in bed. It was a Sunday. Our sixteenth wedding anniversary was in less than a month and we were trying to figure out our plans.At the time, I was forty-two years old and my wife had just turned forty. Our only daughter moved upstate to attend college about two months prior. Looking back, both my wife and I were at a transition in life – one we hadn’t prepared for mentally or emotionally.My wife, Laura, reached over and lightly ran her fingers along my sideburns.“Your hair is starting to turn gray.”My heart dropped and the feeling of fear surprised me. “Well, I guess I’m lucky that I made it to my forties. A work, half the men my age are bald.”“I like it.” Laura paused. “I’m showing my age too. Do you still find me attractive?”I lovingly touched my wife’s hand, “Of course I do!”Pulling away her hand, Laura said, “Our sex life could be better.”“Now that Lisa’s in college, we can work on rekindling the old flame.”Laura looked into my eyes. “When you’re dressed in your suit, I see women checking you out. Do you think other people still find me attractive?”The question made me feel defensive. “Does it matter?”“It does to me.”The conversation drifted back to anniversary plans before circling back to whether or not we were still attractive to the opposite sex.Laura pulled out her phone and said, “I have an idea. Let’s start our own Tinder accounts and see what kind of responses we get.”Confused, I said, “You want to sleep with other men?”“No! We can see who responds and share the results with one another. Maybe knowing other people find us attractive will light a spark in our love life.”While I wasn’t a big fan of my wife’s idea, I agreed şişli escort to it. It was obvious that Laura didn’t feel attractive and I immediately blamed myself for not showing her enough attention and affection. Perhaps I’d gotten comfortable in my routine and had been taking our marriage for granted.We helped each other set up our Tinder accounts and I have to admit that it was a turn-on. We took sexy photos of one another and came up with silly one-liners for our profiles. Both of us clearly stated we were married. We also promised one another that we would only communicate with our matches when we were together.“No secrets!” We said it together with a pinky swear.Within minutes, my wife had over a dozen matches, many of them from men half her age. She swiped right on some of them and immediately received some messages. Many of the responses were overtly sexual but some were actually quite friendly.The effect on her mood was immediate. Her face lit up as she read her messages, which lead to some of the best sex we’d had in years.Throughout the following week, I made sure to compliment Laura and show her lots of affection. We ended up having sex almost every night and it was good.I never once thought about my Tinder profile. Then another lazy Sunday rolled around.We were sitting on our living room sofa when Laura cuddled next to me and said, “Let’s check our Tinder profiles.”Laura had accumulated over 100 different matches. They ranged from eighteen to sixty years old.I said, “You’re popular,” and Laura smiled.“Check yours!”My profile only had one match. A thirty-three-year-old woman named Delilah. She lived relatively nearby. Her profile said she was an interior designer, and included a handful of photos. Delilah was incredibly attractive. Long straight black hair, piercing blue eyes, tall and fit. In all of her photos, she looked sophisticated yet fun, with a magnificent smile and dimples that made her look more like a woman in her mecidiyeköy escort mid-twenties.Not only were Delilah and I a match, but she also liked my profile.Laura seemed almost surprised. “Wow, Nick, she’s beautiful!”There was also a hint of jealousy in her voice.My wife’s reaction irritated me. It was as if she expected that any woman interested in my profile would be older or unattractive – if anyone was interested at all.I said, “Before we created these Tinder accounts, you said yourself that you saw women checking me out when I was dressed up in my suit, and now you’re surprised?”Laura sensed that she’d hurt my feelings. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean it that way! Swipe right and send her a message.”My irritation seemed justified because even though I didn’t want to message Delilah, my wife insisted. It was as if she was trying to make herself feel better for looking down on me.In an effort to move on, I messaged Delilah.“Hello. I see you liked my profile. To be clear and upfront, I am a married man using Tinder to have some fun with my wife. We are rekindling our relationship by meeting some other people for conversations but we aren’t interested in meeting anyone in person. If you’re okay with all of this, message me. You’re an attractive woman and maybe we have some similar interests to talk about.”Laura and I spent the next five minutes reading her message threads. One was between her and a man who lived across town that wanted to take her on a vacation to Brazil. Another was from an eighteen-year-old “actor” who was also a self-proclaimed cunnilingus expert. Laura’s responses were flirty but honest but it was hard for me to get into the vibe because I was still upset about her reaction to Delilah’s interest in me.Then my phone notification went off. Delilah had responded to my message.Still surprised, my wife said, “That was quick.”“Hi, Nick! So nice to meet you (and your wife). I’m single but I joined Tinder to make connections so I’m comfortable honoring your boundaries. It’s refreshing to meet such a handsome man who also happens to be loyal and faithful. Tell me more about yourself. And let me know if it’s okay to share photos. – Delilah”After reading the message, Laura said, “Oh, she wants to share photos.” She said it like she’d solved some great mystery.“What is that supposed to mean?”“Well, Nick, honey, she’s obviously an escort or has an Only Fans or something.”My indignation was growing, even though I knew my wife was probably right. Even worse, I started wondering whether I was past my prime. I mean, if my wife found it so hard to believe another woman would find me attractive, did she still find me attractive?My mind spinning, I lashed out and said, “Is it so hard to believe that an attractive younger woman would be interested in me?”“No. Don’t be like that. You’re attractive for your age…”“For my age?”“You know what I mean. Go ahead and send her a photo and see what happens. I’m okay with it.”Angry, I scrolled through the photos on my phone until I found one from a business meeting where I was dressed in my nicest suit. It was a good photo of me, showing off the fact that I’m fit and still have a full head of hair, even if it is starting to turn gray.I sent it to Delilah with a message, “So nice to meet you, Delilah. I love your name. I’m a contractor working all over Central Florida. On the weekends I like to spend time outdoors, especially at the beach or fishing in my boat. My wife and I are okay with sharing photos… Here is a recent one of me from a business meeting. I can’t wait to see what you send me! ;)”The winking emoji was my wife’s idea.Delilah returned my message in less than three minutes. As I opened the app, my wife had a smug look on her face, obviously believing that I was about to get a sales pitch.The first thing we looked at was the photo included with the message. Delilah was dressed in a sexy black strapless dress with matching high heels, her long black hair falling over her bare shoulders. She was simply elegant, standing in front of a doorway that was likely the entrance to a ballroom or fancy theater.
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