I had been out of the dating world for too long to know how to get back into in, had always been too busy for friends, and now my only companion was off living his own life. I never realized that I depended on him as much as he did me. While he was only a couple miles away attending state university, he was still no longer a part of my daily life. I've been lonely for almost two decades, but I'd never been alone, that is until 5 months ago when Harper left for college. I'm close to my son and have a great relationship to him, father and friend, and thanks to all the hard work I've put in at the office, I was able to send him to the college of his choosing. Between raising Harper, my son, and work, I never found much time for dating. Ever since the casual girlfriend I knocked up left our son on my front step and ran off 19 years ago. Sexually and romantically I've been alone for years.
I'm no underwear model, but I'm not bad to look at. All things considered, though, I am still a fairly descent looking guy for 45. My face has a slight stubble, which will soon disappear in the morning when I shave for work. My stomach is beginning to pudge, hiding the six pack I was once extremely proud of. It's not like I have anyone to manscape for. My chest has grown a thick mat of black fur, untrimmed, trailing down my torso, leading to the dark black bush above my penis. I look to my reflection on my closet mirror. Lonely nights feel even more so in a king sized bed room for two occupied by one. No matter how many nights I do it, I've never gotten use to sleeping alone. The following story is a work of fiction and all characters featured are over the age of 18.