Non-Fiction

And Here’s To You Mr Robinson

Suze

When I was in high school I had a thing for my best friends brother.  I’ll call him B for the post although that is not his real name.  Lol  He was about 5 years older than me and nothing much to look at really although he was bright and I have always been drawn to guys with intellect and intelligence.  I find them stimulating in more ways than cerebral.

He was a bit of a hippy with long mousy hair which more often than not you could not see him for.  He had an athletic build and a bit of bum fluff under his nose which threatened to join together and become a real moustache one day.

His musical tastes were somewhat unusual and I hadn’t heard of the bands he was in to, in fact the music sounded like something from another planet.  God only knows what I found so fascinating about him.  I don’t recall any of my friends at school actually finding him in the least attractive.

But I think I like him because he was just a plain Jane (or John?).  He didn’t stand there preening himself when there were girls around or showing off just to impress.  Quite and unassuming and studious, I think he went to Oxford when he left to study anthropology.

I would always wear something with a low neckline if I went round to her house, although I don’t know why my boobs were far from ample at that age.  I suppose it’s the thought that counts.  😀  He was in his room most of the time when I went to visit listening to his ambient sounds.  But on the odd occasion when he would materialise for a drink or the loo, I would make attempts to bump in to him on the stairs or in the kitchen.

All these attempts of mine were thwarted.  He never really paid any attention to me other than to be courteous.  And when I went home I would take my lurid thoughts about him to bed with me as I groped under the covers and touched myself.  I wasn’t very well educated in the pleasures of self love but I satisfied my naïve needs at the time.  

My gussets were usually more than a little moist and sometimes I would take to giving them a quick rinse under the tap before placing them in the wash basket to be processed by my mum.

Nothing ever came of my fixation and I fell for another friends brother shortly after.  He was a dark haired Irish guy, this time more my own age.  Only 4 years older.  Lol.  If anything I was persistent and wanted to experience the older man.

Again he had no interest in me so the chase didn’t last long there either.  What was it with me and older guys?  I obviously wasn’t attractive to them.  Girls there ages would have a well developed pair of tits and mine were only just beginning to round.  What would they see in me?  But it didn’t stop me from imagining them taking me.  Showing me the ways of love.  I’d lie awake at night and imagine them suddenly being captivated and tearing at my clothes in passion.

My last concerted effort to bag myself an older guy involved one of our neighbours.  I had a bedroom at the back of my parents property and the guy involved was over the back, his garden adjoined our next door neighbour.  Ideal, as his room was almost opposite mine.

To this day I don’t really know what he looked like.  From my room he appeared to be another long haired student looking type, tall and athletic.  (Sounds familiar, eh!)  He would quite often prance around his room headbanging, you could just make out the music through a small opening in his top window.  Usually Black Sabbath.

I would do anything to be stood in my window getting his attention, I even placed my record player in the window so that I coud stand there studying record sleeves.  He must have know I was after him.  Occasionally I would catch him taking a glance over to my window but he never acknowledged me.  No wave or act of recognition.  I wasn’t sure if he was shy, maybe he was.

I wasn’t, I got so desperate to grab his attention that one day I stood in the window in full view with just my bra on.  And for added effect I then started to dance too.  I’m not sure if he thought I was too young or he was gay but he pulled his curtain round to obscure the view.  I had been thwarted again.

That was my last attempt to get myself the older guy.  They would have to come to me in future…strange that is exactly what they did, my next two boyfriends were older than me.  Therefore proving that if you stop trying to make things happen they will.

Is this a stage all girls go through?  Did anyone else out there have a thing about older partners when they were younger?
 

16 thoughts on “And Here’s To You Mr Robinson”

  1. It’s probably a common fascination in high school. In year 7 all the boys in my year were like mutants,halfway through adolescence and they had squeaky voices, and their bodies weren’t all the way there to being ‘macho’ so the year 12 (seniors) were like the finished article of sorts, a good perv fest. I had a massive crush on a year 12 prefect named Arthur, and back then we’d have roll call and the senior prefects would deliver and collect the name rolls, so mornings were the best moments for me to get a good look; I’d wonder, as well, if he’d notice me etc, and one time my gfs teased me, saying that they told him that I liked him, I nearly died but they were only teasing. About three years ago I went on one of those factory outlet shopping tours here in Sydney with a couple of work friends, and we stopped at this manchester (sheets and table cloths galore) outlet, and one of the women there was Greek. I wasn’t into manchester shopping so I popped out to have a smoke, and she got to talking to me, asked me which burb I lived in to go on the bus tour, and then I told her I used to live in the local area, she asked me about high school etc…anyway, it turned out that Arthur was her former brother in law. At that point I was comfortable to reveal my teenage crush, and she laughed.

    “Oh he’s such a dickhead, thinks he’s the best thing to happen to women. A male bimbo.”

    LOL

  5. I tried and failed on my Boss’ son when he was 21 when I was 16 year old virgin…

    Funny thing too- by the time I was 18 I was going out with a 25 yo.

    Maybe my Boss’s son could tell I was inexperienced… Or maybe with experience comes confidence?

  6. I had a thing for older men for years. In fact, I think I still do!
    My first boyfriend was 17 when I was 14.
    My 2nd was 22 when I was 15, and my third, lol…..
    well… I was 17 and he was 29.

    God, that actually sounds quite bad now, but at the time it all seemed perfectly natural 🙂

  7. i have a bit of a thing for older guys too. my last bf was 21 and i was 18. the one b4 that was 25. guys that are 18 are a bit immature for me…im single now…
    i was going to say something else…..oh yeah….id love to take some guys virginity, you know? be his first? i think that would be interesting and different.i dont think it will happen tho…i guess we’ll see
    T

  8. I guess these guys were shy and your neighbour may have thought you were mimicking him by dancing so perhaps he got upset. That’s all I can think of as I was a very insecure and shy young man at these ages and what you said rang a bell here. I did get some deep glances from girls but they made me panic rather than make me happy LOL. Younger days, happy days? Never

  9. I prefer older men as lovers! Just about all of them (including Hardin) are older than me, and some have been much older (20+ years). What they can’t do in terms of stamina, they can do in terms of consideration and knowing what a woman wants. Of course, if you can find an older one who can get it up and keep it up, that is the best of all worlds!

    Honestly, I don’t believe your last older enamorata. Gay?

  10. When I was younger, MUCH younger, there was a woman I seen at my job every day. Her smile and the look in her eyes sent me into fantasy land every day. Older than me, by a long way, and oh so sexy I couldn’t help but look forward to seeing her. Then, there was my friends sister….

    Lack of preening, or showing of comes across sometimes as confidence, and that I find is OH. SO. SEXY.

  12. The house next door is for sale………………..fyi………………….

    (okay, it really isn’t but it could be…lol..)

  14. Oh Suze, did you ever think that maybe he closed the shades so he could admire you and not get caught. It’s possible. I think it make a lot of sense for younger women to be attracted to older men. I mean they say women mature so much sooner then men.

    I suspect what happened to you is you were kind of sending out some sort of desperate vibe that they were picking up on. Once you were no longer looking it became attractive in that you were almost a challenge now. Oh well it was all of their loss. What a catch they missed.

  16. Ana, what a coincidence, you bumping in to her. I have seen old boyfriends when I have been out and about and I usually hide. I’m not one for wanting to dig up the past and most of them I was happy never to see again. Lol

    Mr Fab, I bet you would have got your camera out. 🙂

    Boo, that is lovely. Nothing like a toyboy. 😉

    DFP, I know, what can I say!

    RN, I have been there many times. Perhaps they were looking for a more developed female, I don’t know.

    Miss U, I bet you got taken out quite a lot when you were 17. That’s another advantage to having an older boyfriend. They have money to lavish on you. Lol

    T, you will have to keep me posted on that. You never know there may be some unsuspecting guy out there just ready for the picking. 😉

    Frog, it’s nice to get a different perspective on this. You may just be right.

    Cherrie, I’m not sure. Maybe Frog got it right. I did see him close up some time later and I wondered why I ever fixated on him. 😀

    Ryder, you have quite an eye for the older ladies. 😉

    Mrs Zig, I think mine started in school with male teachers.

    Sheets, I need to save for the trip.

    Jenn, you are so right.

    Bryan, thank you. It’s true the moment you stop trying things just seem to happen. 🙂

    Mr Zig, lol.

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