Two evenings later, we met at the entrance to Eva's favorite local park. She had on a short skirt, a summer thin blouse, and open sandals. Her hair was arranged in a ponytail. She looked at least 10 years younger than her chronological age. Her enthusiastic behavior at the park also fit a teenager. She pulled my hand to run WITH her and later chase her. Her laugh was contagious. I enjoyed her cheerful mood.
There was one issue that bothered me: Until that time, all the ladies I dated were MUCH older. In fact, except for a woman who was my age, all the others were older than me. They were attractive, but much older than Eva. Call it a mature woman's fetish or not willing to confront younger females who wish to get married; the fact was that I NEVER dated a woman less than 35 years of age.
