We matched on a dating app. He said in his profile that he preferred older women. He was very cute and handsome, dirty blonde, tall and fit. I messaged him and asked if he’d like to talk. He said absolutely.
We switched to a chatting app and exchanged some selfies. That was on Wednesday. Thursday I woke up to a message from him asking if I’d like to meet up somewhere that night. Sort of against my better judgement, I said sure.
After work, I showered, dolled myself up. My daughter was out of the house luckily, so I didn’t have to tell her where I was going. We met at this sports bar type of place, not something too trashy, but also not expensive or impressive. But I didn’t give a shit about the food or the location. I cared about him, how he’d be, how he’d look.
He was just as handsome in person, luckily. And I’m assuming I pleased him too, his eyes immediately going to my cleavage and then meeting my eyes with a cheeky little smirk.
We ate, we talked. It was a nice conversation. He was very charismatic and funny.