Slept with an older woman and was weirded out by the pictures of her elementary school daughter everywhere. It was the first time I’d ever been in a house with pictures of children I didn’t personally know growing up or weren’t me. But other than that the experience was good.

Realized that if we were closer in age we probably would have ended up together. It was also the only time she’d ever had sex with someone she had just met, having been with her ex husband since she was in high school.

I didn’t know I was into encouraging “bad” behavior in women in general until that night. After that I kind of grew a Casanova complex and went on a tear of corrupting shy/“good” girls. The quotation marks are there to denote inherent relativity in those words.