Dam-busters time. The tears rolled before I knew what hit me, and in less than the time it took for a room to get dark after a burnt-out light bulb, I... was bawling. Full-on, soul-clearing crying. Crying so hard that your stomach hurts, your nose runs, and you cough. Van did something that at the time I thought was a real son-of-a bitch thing to do, but instead of comforting me, he backed away. He left me alone to cry, and to feel miserable. To be forlorn and to lose hope. To cry about the. They began talking more and more and soon discovered how much they really had in common. Both were struggling with their marriages, each trying to figure out if it was worth hanging on to, or getting out. She wanted what he wanted in life, and vice versa. By all accounts, they were a match made in heaven; except for one slight problem…they were each living “heaven” with someone else. At home, his wife Jessica lived day to day thinking her husband was always going to be there for her and. "'Tough crowd' I thought. Smiling sweetly I said, "But it's just me and you here, no-one has to know..."I could see from the look on his face he was considering it but still his voice was hard when he replied. "I can't do that Miss. I will have to write you a ticket."'Oh for fuck sake' I thought. I stepped up to him and placing my hand on his chest I said, "Surely there's something we can work out that benefits us both?"A little stunned he looked at me, "Are you suggesting a payoff?" Well, no,". .. But anyway...this older gentleman claiming to be 60 emailed and said he would like to get together. Now keep in mind that I had struck out MANY times on Craigslist and other sites, so I decided to try Manhunt. We had emailed each other many times during the week, saying how I would like to meet him, and see how things went. I finally after 2 or 3 weeks, after some family issues I had to get resolved, got to meet this gentleman. He was tall, kind of hairy, just a bit heavy, just like I like.