Live with your lover's foster family

And yet the Internet is a good thing! Although dating through special sites turned out to be of little success (the need for preliminary meetings on neutral territory, the psychological problems associated with this, when you are either rejected or you are forced to tactfully refuse someone, etc.), these sites helped me find a kind of intermediary, who brought different guys to visit me. A strange person was this intermediary Max! He studied at a college, was a non-resident, rented an apartment, suffered from lack of money, but found a very exotic way to earn extra money: he knew that straight people and Caucasians were in demand and, in order to catch them, he wrote his mobile phone number on the walls of public toilets and mentioned certain activities like suck dick, give in the ass, lick ass, etc. The calculation was correct, because who does not need it, will never call. So the method worked. A good method, because otherwise many meets simply would not have taken place, since these people would never have crossed paths.

So Max began to bring different men to visit me. One of the first people he introduced me to was Rizvan, a man in his thirties, originally from the Caucasus, but who had been living in our city for a long time. Small in stature, with a kind face and a pleasant accent. The main thing that I liked about him was his openness and sincerity. He immediately, already at the first meeting, while sitting at the kitchen table, told everything about himself - what nationality he is, what village he is from, who and where his parents and brothers are, where he used to live and where he lives now, where he works and how much he earns. He didn't hide anything. Rizvan was already married, he rented an apartment in the city, he had a boy, then three years old. However, he and the whole family were registered in the region, in the house of some down-and-out people.

My age no longer allowed me to feel free and relaxed. Before his arrival, everything had to be thought out and taken into account, everything had to be prepared - the lighting in the room, some kind of music, and many other little things. The good thing about people from the Caucasus is that they don't really understand our age. But still, at first I had to avoid situations where my age could become known to him.

For almost a whole year, he came to me in this way - like an “escort” and like a friend and a kind and caring person at the same time. When his wife left with the child for a long time to her homeland, I suddenly, unexpectedly for myself, suggested that he move to live with me. I remember how many critical remarks I received from my acquaintances and friends - “you are crazy”, “how can you live with someone in the same apartment!”, “how can you live with a person from the Caucasus!” etc.

Time has passed. Everything worked out for the best.

How strange that all my life I strived, suffered, traveled the whole world chasing some kind of illusions and moments of dubious pleasures, and only in the middle of the second half of my life, let's say, I found what I was looking for. And I was looking rather just for the presence of a man, a masculine spirit.

I can’t even say when it was better - in that youth, which everyone praises so much, but which was associated with severe suffering and eternal lack of money, or now, when everything is there, there is money, a loved one is nearby, but my world is no longer as multi-colored as before.

But so far so good. And then ... no one knows.