Morocco, Here I Cum

Santa Fe, New Mexico

I met a man at a park. (Let's call him W.) W tried to make me his sugar babe.

I don't ask the age when they look older than my dad so I can't tell you the age, but it's old. And yes, it's "they" because it's a recurring issue, but that's a story for another time.

I let W buy me dinner, and that was when he decided to tell me what he was really after... a lover to travel with him to Barcelona and Morocco to co-author his book. In a month.

I wouldn't have been as tempted if I hadn't had a dream the night before of a friend asking me to go to Morocco... so I decided to keep the option open until I could sleep on it. Regardless, I already agreed to meet up again for a hike.

The next morning

As I was driving to the meet-up spot, I saw an old man with a cane. I was in denial it was the same old man because he was walking perfectly fine the night before. But it was him. W with his hiking cane.

I have a high tolerance for older men, but a cane is asking too much.

I still went on the hike since it was an unmarked trail I never would've found on my own. His cane-pace made it take three times as long, but it was a refreshing change from my usual hauling-ass trot.

W showed me to pay respect to Mama Earth. We touched the river and the trees. We bowed to the sun and took in the beauty of the wildflowers. Then he decided to interrupt my bliss and describe in excruciating detail how he would make love to me.

I'm talking maybe three minutes of me patiently waiting for it to end. I'm out. Also, I'm the same age as his daughter. The daughter who just moved to the city I just escaped from. Excuse me while I run away. Well, more like a light jog. I offered the vague "we can be friends."

I tried to keep the Moroccan dream alive, but W immediately shut down the opportunity if I refused to be his lover for the experience.

Luckily that didn't stop him from offering to cook us lunch at his place. He used to be a chef, so it would be insulting to not try his food. Plus, paying $20/meal in Santa Fe got old quick. He even offered me the extra bed at his place for whenever I go back to the city. A tempting offer for a glorified homeless girl, but to be honest, I'd rather sleep in my car.

Thanks for reading <3

Til next time, here’s another story about a man older than my father asking me to travel with him to another country.