When James introduced me to his friends, they were surprised. He was 35, and I was nearing 60. But it didn’t matter to him. He always said I was different from the women his age—more interesting, more confident, more… real.
We met during a business trip, and what started as a casual conversation quickly turned into something more. His friends couldn’t understand what he saw in me, but James didn’t care. To him, I wasn’t just a passing fling—I was someone who understood life in a way that younger women couldn’t. He often said I was his equal, someone who challenged him and made him see the world in a new light. And that’s what made our connection so strong.
