I had recently separated from someone I had been with for a decade when I went on my first date from Match.com. Here I was, in my mid-60s, trying to figure out dating again. She seemed lovely, my date, but I couldn’t help falling into old patterns. In retrospect, I was acting like a teenager. My conversation was mostly about matching wits, matching stories, and matching knowledge. My date would tell an interesting travel story so that I would tell an interesting travel story. Then she’d tell me about one of her hobbies so that I would tell her about my love for astrocartography. It was like a tennis match, and no one won.
I was revving up my engine to get all romantic and sappy with this woman when she began talking enthusiastically about something called Orgasmic Meditation. She couldn’t stop talking about it and spoke with great joy and pride. Her enthusiasm was contagious and cut through my sentimentality. That night, I looked it up online. I must say, it was the answer to a prayer.
It’s quite shocking to touch a woman in the frank and simple way required in Orgasmic Meditation (OM). After all the games I had played in my lifetime, it was the most liberating thing in the world. I didn’t really know what I was doing at first, but my OM partner was so kind to me. Slowly, she started adjusting me onto the spot. The soft tissue started differentiating itself, and I started understanding the geography. Then the magic happened. Her whole body became warmer and more electrified. I could see and feel it happening in real time.
Life before OM-Orgasmic Meditation was quite different. It was much more centered around me. I always wanted to make my partner happy, but I had no idea how. Everything happened in the dark back then, and I don’t just mean sexually. Looking back, it feels like nobody, neither I nor my partners, could be forthright about what we wanted. It’s such an incredible shift to know that women, OM partners and otherwise, are enjoying me. To see it in the way their faces light up. I feel so much more sensitive to their subtleties and inner workings. Of course, this is true of my stroking, but I see it everywhere. My conversations with women have transformed.
Whereas once upon a time, I would try to bewitch myself and my partner with romance, I could speak frankly with women for the first time in 64 years. It just comes down to paying attention. Instead of thinking of what story I will match up to the one I’m being told, I notice when a topic lights her up, and then I stoke those flames. It’s amazing how much more connection is right there, readily available if you’re just willing to pay attention. At 64 years old, I am flourishing as a connected human being.
