It's alright, I'll tell you in hopes it may help you now.

He was my dad's best friend. He made himself an inseparable member of my family. I lived at home and worked for my parents, so we were a foursome. We joked that we called him Uncle. He only liked extremely young women. The Peter Pan Syndrome my mother called it. He and I had a friendship away from my parents, too. He was a very good looking local entertainer, so being with him was fun and glamorous. Behind my parent's back it became romantic, initiated by him. Then we had sex one time. I did it because he was convinced he was dying (long story). I thought it was pretty gross and never wanted to do it again. He wanted to tell my parents we were in love and marry me. I knew that in only a few years he would be a very old man and I would not want him anyway, I didn't want to hurt my parents like that by betraying them over their friend, and I did not have real feelings for him or want him sexually-- dirty old man!

I had such low self esteem! Looking back I wonder why I wasted my time with any of these guys. If only I had put my efforts into my career instead!

Why are you sex talking with some dirty old man anyway? You're not dating. Dating is when a guy takes you out somewhere in person. You deserve better.