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Every so often, a mature woman will become the target of a younger man. Supposedly, the older woman will teach the younger man all the little secrets concerning the art of love. Or so the myth goes.
Well, the exact opposite thing happened to Rosie, when she met Daniel. She should have seen it coming, what with all the crazy stuff that had come her way in life, ever since she could remember herself. It was already obvious, to her at least, that she had been singled out for great things, which included all the exceptions to every frigging rule of existence.
She should have seen it coming, but she didn't. And now, there she was, getting ready to meet a younger man, without the slightest premonition that she would soon find herself in the most unexpected predicament, against all odds. So much for myths.
Daniel approached Rosie on facebook.
He lived in Tel Aviv and he was a musician; he played the piano for a jazz band and he was studying for a post-graduate degree in music. He was planning to come to Thessaloniki, Rosie's hometown in the north of Greece, for a few days, in order to do some research. In the mornings he would work on his thesis, the subject of which was connected to the music of Thessaloniki, but there would be time in the evenings to combine business with pleasure and get to know some “locals”, as he put it.
Rosie was one of the “locals” and she was quite willing to meet him, since she liked making new friends. The young man was polite, was fluent in English and seemed really interesting. They met in the afternoon, in front of the statue of Alexander the Great, by the sea, where Rosie usually walked her dog. She wanted their first date to take place in an informal environment and the beach of Thessaloniki was ideal for that. They sat on the grass, while Rosie's dog, a half-breed Labrador, played nearby.
There was good chemistry between them from the very start. They both liked jazz.
“Isn't it interesting,” Rosie said, “how the various, seemingly disparate, truths of life struggle to come together into a unified whole? Whereas jazz musicians can hold on to the main musical phrase, eventhough they allow the notes to play in the most amazing and unexpected musical adventures. Until at last they achieve a glorious final harmony. How I wish life could also achieve this harmony...”
“It is not all that hard,” Daniel said with a sly smile. “I might have the chance to show you a thing or two that I have learned.”
Rosie did not know what he meant, but she was enjoying the conversation. The young man had an exceptional mind and a truly liberal spirit. Rosie had a feeling that even if she told him that she enjoyed making love with baboons, hanging upside down from tree branches, he would simply nod understandingly. She could tell that he was flirting with her, very discreetly. Yet Rosie kept her distance, because of the great age difference between them. She was twenty years older than him. She did not envision anything happening between them, mainly because she did not think that she could really offer him anything. He was young, attractive, intelligent, with his whole life ahead. He could jump onto any wild horse that came his way and ride away in the distance, under the sun of the Middle East. Why should this man need an old mangy horse like her? He could do anything he wanted, literally.
What he wanted to do was take her out to dinner. He did not pressurize her at all. He said it, let it hang between them and allowed her to decide where and when.
What harm in that? He was so easy-going and knew so many things. Rosie accepted his invitation for that same evening. They dropped off the dog at Rosie's place and they went to eat at the new restaurant, the Garden of Thermaikos, opposite the White Tower. They found a nice little table there and everything went swimmingly.
After their dinner, Rosie suddenly remembered that she had to rush to the super market, before closing time, as she had run out of dog food. Daniel said he would accompany her. While Rosie shopped at the dog-food section, Daniel browsed around the greengrocer’s. When she returned, she found the young man putting cherries in a paper bag.
“I could not resist,” he said. “They look so appealing...”
“Oh, no, don't buy them. I have better ones at home. A friend of mine brought them for me from the countryside. My cherries are much better than these. You will see.”
They went back home, fed the dog, and since it was still early, just past nine o' clock, they decided to continue their night on the town. Rosie washed some cherries, put them in a clean plastic bag and gave it to Daniel. They were great cherries, bright red, fat and juicy.
"They are all for you,” she said. “I do not like cherries.”
“You don't? Why not?”
“I am not sure. Maybe because they have a stone in the middle. I am afraid I might break my teeth.”
They bought some beers and went to Iktinou street, a youthful hangout in the city center, where they sat on a bench. Every now and then, Daniel would take a cherry out of the bag and eat it, holding the discarded stones in his palm. He was the image of nonchalance, as he sat on the bench, drinking his beer and eating his cherries, taking care not to litter the city where he was but a visitor. At some point, he turned to Rosie and asked her the thing he probably wanted to ask her from the start:
“Do you like younger men, Rosie?”
“I find age to be immaterial,” she said.
“I am relieved to hear that. You know, I hardly ever go with younger girls. They lack this distillation of character. Only a mature woman can approach sex as a natural thing, without the need for any promises. You know what I mean. Will you respect me in the morning? Will you love me for ever? It's stupid. If these things are to happen, they will happen. Why force them? If you want to fuck, just fuck. Live for today, fuck for today, leave love for tomorrow.”
Perhaps it was not the right time for Rosie to tell him that she did not know the first thing about love, let alone making love. Her erotic life was a fumbling of sorts, mostly in the dark, literally and metaphorically. But she did not disagree with what he said, in principle. She did not believe one can force love. So, when the young man invited Rosie back to the place he was renting, she accepted his invitation.
Rosie had no idea what would happen at his place, but she knew that something would happen. She had already decided that she liked him, had caved in, inwardly, was half kneeling and was ready - if the young man made the right moves.
But would he make them?
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