When I was 18 I had a relationship at the lake with a much older girl - nothing unusual since all my girlfriends were older than me - who loved to treat me something like the girl is doing in this picture. (And I probably liked it more than she did.) We only lasted a few weeks before she went back to her regular boyfriend. And this past summer I saw her shopping for groceries in Gravenhurst with her hubby (not the old boyfriend) and her two (!) kids. She looked good and I’d be up for her to do me like this again. (Although my current boyfriend might object.) Anyway we passed in the aisle and I didn’t say anything, and neither did she.But then she probably didn’t recognize me. After all, she’s been my primary female fantasy figure for years, and to her I’m just a distant memory of a brief fling between spats with her boyfriend.