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The Virtues of a Toy Boy Taxi Driver!

Updated on February 1, 2011

At 41 years of age, you would have thought I would have been sensible enough not to get involved with a younger man, wouldn't you? I thought so too. We do the strangest things for the strangest reasons, and for me at that time in my life, I really didn't need a man, but a toyboy was out of the question.

It all began when I was chief bridesmaid to my best friend Stephen. Looking a million dollars in my dark green taffeta full length gown, white gypsafelia in my hair and a little make up to hide the cracks, I certainly looked a bobby dazzler. Gordon was Stephen's best man, at 6'4" he looked very dapper in his morning suit.

The wedding day arrived with a lot of excitement, girls in various stages of undress fighting over mirror space to make themselves beautiful. Gordons mum in the bath, with me standing rubbing the steam every so often from the bathroom mirror, chatting away trying to make each other feel comfortable, whilst the flowers had arrived downstairs.

You know the scene, all the hubble bubble of people pretending to know what thy are doing, and the bride in turmoil trying to find her sanity. The men went to the church first, followed by myself and the other bridesmaid, we stopped to be admired by waiting neighbours hoping to get a glance. I hobbled up the church steps, falling over my stilletoes, being more comfortable in wellies, and ripping the hem of my dress. Oh no disaster, what would I do? Like any sensible woman in her forties I ignored it and carried on. I took my place and awaited my bride whilst Gordon stood tall and calm keeping Stephen from running away. I know I took the odd glance over but really at nineteen years my junior I didn't have the time to spend with a man still wet behind the ears. Very unkind I know, but a busy job and active social life made me cranky sometimes.

The reception went along without a hitch, but then it was my turn. Taking Gordon by the hand following the bride and groom to the first dance, he whispered in my ear' I have two left feet you know' he certainly meant it as I had the bruises to show for it the next day.

I couldn't avoid Gordon at all he was the brides cousin and was at the stables where I kept my horses, every evening and weekends. To say he followed me about like a puppy is an understatement. But underneath all of this he was a gentle soul with a wierd sense of humour, but he made me laugh. I felt like I had known him years and was always comfortable in his company. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't love at first sight, more like a comfy pair of slippers to come home to. I felt safe with Gordon, the fact at 5' 4" I was a foot shorter than him helped.

The worst thing of all for me was hoping to be accepted by his family. His mum is a year younger than I am and that was daunting. The age difference didn't matter so much to us, and our friends and family soon accepted it. We are now just Net and Gordon to everyone who knows us.

That was twelve years ago now, and some people said it would never last but we are still going strong. Gordon is now a taxi driver, and I hardly ever see him. We are both a bit fatter and greyer and he is moody and I am cranky, but it still works, those virtues of a toy boy taxi driver. We are an odd couple, but hey who cares? We still love each other but to this day I can't tell you truthfully who deserves the medal the most, him or me?

The moral to my true life tale is, you only live once, life is like standing in a candy store, you take your pick, but be wise what you spend your money on.

At the beginning, Me and theToy Boy Taxi Driver!


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      Hanny 5 years ago

      This story is awesome. I love U guyz

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      truthfornow 6 years ago from New Orleans, LA

      You never know who you will fall in love with. Older or younger, it really does not matter if you are happy. And, you seem to be happy. People should never judge. If it works, it works.

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      jami l. pereira 6 years ago

      Voted up awesome and beautiful , i think you deserve the metal for puttning yur beautiful story on Hub pages , well written and lovely indeed! thank you

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      Gypsy Willow 6 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

      Good for you! I find younger men much more interesting and they can keep up. If he also likes horses, so much the better!

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      Mrs. J. B. 6 years ago from Southern California

      This is such a romantic story... I had no other choice but to read it once more

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      kcnp55 7 years ago

      Great story! :)

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      Annette Donaldson 7 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Age is only a number in the mind. It took me a long time to feel comfortable with my relationship, but now, fourteen years on, I never think abut it. Especially has Gordon now has grey hair showing to.

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      Mrs. J. B. 7 years ago from Southern California

      You deserve the medal. I am 4 years older than my husband and it does not mean a thing....

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      Holle Abee 7 years ago from Georgia

      Good for you! Age is just a number!

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      Annette Donaldson 7 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Thank you ladies, hope you are both keeping the best.

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      K J Page 7 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      Bravo! There really are some people who see beyond the measure of years to see the value of the heart and connect on a level few seek to find!

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      Eileen Kersey 7 years ago from Kingston-Upon-Hull

      Lovely story. Hubby and I are like chalk and cheese in some ways and in other ways soulmates.