It seems I have an apology to make to you. I disappeared from every forum I was a member off after my wife passed away….I simply lost interest. Now out of the blue I show up here asking for advice. SORRY. There's literally no one else I can turn to as the only “family” left is my wife's step sister. A good woman but very staunch in her Christian views and I know would be of no help at all.
I'm staying in a hotel rather than renting an apartment because after crunching some numbers...It's cheaper!! Also I can up and leave with no notice if I want to with no lease penalty etc.
I now live 24/7 as a woman I've grown my hair out I pierced my ears and failed miserably to grow my nails out but still their painted. Most days I'm wearing some makeup usually do my brows pop on some eyeliner, mascara and a nice nude matte lipstain, my current favourite. I also treated myself to a simple Topaz engagement ring that matches my 2mm white gold wedding ring.
Okay now you're up to speed. About 2 weeks ago around 2am I stepped out for a cigarette I was wearing jeans, a blue V neck lattice front top which can show some cleavage if I pull it down. I bought some new shoes, 3” heels, and was wearing them to break them in. The door opens and a guy steps out and says hi them immediately asks if my husband was in bed? I replied no my wife passed away it's just me. Then he makes casual small talk but starts leaning to making veiled comments that two people shouldn't be alone at this time of night and he's having trouble getting to sleep and his 'hand' isn't doing it any more for him. Then casually mentions it's been ages since he had a good 'mouth hug'. I laugh it off and step inside...damn he follows me. As I turn down my hallway he's still there his room is down the same hall...crap!! As I stop at my door he says good night and leans in to give me a kiss. I back up and tell him to go to bed as he's got to work later he replies that if I get lonely his room has a king bed. I get inside and double lock my door.
Thinking it was a one off I brushed it off. Later that week we met again and chatting I mentioned I had a stiff neck well nothing happened until I was at my door along with my shadow as I turned to put the key in I felt his hands on my shoulders and he gives me a neck rub he leans closer and says that this would be easier if I was laying on his bed and my top was off, I didn't have to remove my bra unless I wanted to. I literally froze I mean couldn't move. I came to and shrugged out of the neck rub and turned to say that he's a nice guy but not my type.
We've met since then and he's still trying it on, trying to impress me with his Lexus SUV and his boat moored in the Florida keys. The lecherous a-hole won't give up. Any suggestions are gratefully received.
Thank you.
