[F] Update 23 and another date

Last week when my daughter’s boyfriend said that he is friends with one of the guys I have been talking to on Tinder, I was almost sure that he was bluffing. How wrong I was!

I have only myself to blame though. I knew the risks associated with my generosity in the number of right swipes in the age range that I was targeting. So anyway, when my daughter’s boyfriend started giving me legitimate hints that he actually is friends with one of my right swipes, I asked him to prove it. This is because I was getting increasingly unsure about how I should behave in case he wasn’t bluffing. Every time the texts on Tinder got steamy, a thought would cross my mind wondering if the guy I am chatting with is ‘the’ guy. I couldn’t freely text. Or sext.

My daughter’s boyfriend, being the troublemaker that he is, did not make it easy. He kept teasing me by saying things like “maybe he’s the one you had a dirty chat with lol”. I lied that I haven’t been sexting on Tinder, which he seemed to believe, so at least I knew that his friend isn’t one of the guys I had gotten it going with. That was a relief. I still really wanted to know who this mystery guy was. So, somewhat annoyed, I asked him bluntly. He said he can’t tell me, as I’d stop talking to his friend on Tinder, and that’s not what he wanted, and also why his friend had asked him not to tell me about any of this. He said that the only way he could tell me, is by pretending in front of his friend to put in a good word for him, so that I would agree to a date. That was also a relief, as I had at least not been on a date with this mystery friend. I could have left it at that, made new connections, tried other apps, and so on. But I don’t make wise decisions nowadays, so I went further, and agreed to his plan, after receiving “No, I don’t think so, but that would be have been fun eh?” as a reply to “He doesn’t know ___ (my daughter), does he?”.

In an hour or so, I received a text from his friend, and only then was I convinced that my daughter’s boyfriend was not bluffing. I was scared, somewhat. But this guy seemed nice enough. Previously, our conversation had just fizzled out, like so many of them do. But rekindling it again, I had fun talking to him. I liked that he didn’t immediately ask me to fulfil my part of the bargain. He actually gave me a choice, saying that I don’t need to go on a date with him, but he’d really like it if I did. So we chatted some more on Friday night (I forgot to mention that this was all happening around midnight), and agreed to go on a date last night. I had a few tough choices to make, the biggest one of which was, if I wanted this friend of his to go and tell him “Your girlfriend’s mom is so kinky” or “She seems like a really nice kindhearted person”. I think I did a little bit of both.

We had dinner at a nice place, and after some initial awkwardness, things went pretty smooth. I was wearing an off-shoulder dress with a loose cardigan, and I may have let my cardigan slide off my shoulder more than once. This guy had a look about him suggesting that he’d give me a good time if I let him. I wasn’t going to let him get that far though. But I was okay with playing a little, so after dinner, I suggested that we go to a bar (this guy is 21), and joked that I couldn’t do that with his friend. Confused, he asked “you want to go to a bar with him?”, and I realized that I had been stupid in saying that. I avoided the topic by saying that it was just a joke.

I let him decide the place, and he took me to a dark cramped rather old-looking bar with live stand-up comedy. Not my kind of place, but this is what I may have to get used to if I keep targeting this age range. The bar was crowded, and I felt clearly out of place. I must have been the oldest woman in there (at least it felt that way), as everyone else seemed to be a college student. We were standing over a bar table in the corner sipping our drinks, avoiding the crowd, and I liked how close he was to me. Our arms touched often, and I was in the mood. I took off my cardigan saying how hot it was in there. He gave me a look that told me he knew what I was doing. He started checking me out more explicitly, and I just looked away, sipping my drink. After some instances of this, I could see the confidence soar in him.

We were both a little drunk, not enough to do anything crazy though. He kept a hand on my waist, knowing that I wasn’t going to stop him, and asked “Do you have any plans after this?”. I turned towards him, partly because of the slight pull that he exerted with his hand, and said “What do you mean?”. He said, “You know what I mean”, his hand now sliding to my lower back. I said “That was not the part of the deal, was it?”. I should say I was very horny at that time. He said “It wasn’t, but we can always make a new deal”. I just shook my head and gestured that that wasn’t happening. He moved his hand around a little, waiting for my reaction. There was none. His hand went up over my dress to the hook of my bra, and playing with it a little, he said “You sure?”. I turned sideways, and took his arm, sliding it all the way over my back and just over my butt, and then held it in my hand and said “Yes, I am sure. We are not doing this. I hope you understand”. I was wet though, soaking wet. He didn’t push it further, which was expected. He seemed nice enough to not force it. Before we left, I said “This stays between us, right?”, and he said it will, although I don’t know how much I trust him on that. I don’t care about it much anyway.

I wish I could explain how slutty I felt last night. I know there wasn’t much that happened, but if sluttiness is a state of mind, then it was right up there.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wcwfs6/f_update_23_and_another_date