Many years ago, my roommates and I were in the last few weeks of our lease. I was the last one leaving the apartment, so it was bare bones: couch, entertainment center in the living room, my bed and boxes of packed clothes in the living room.
I was bored one Friday night and was browsing Match when a new profile caught my attention: a younger (20) red head (my weakness), looking to meet a “real guy”. I was 25 at the time, and she was 40 minutes away, but I went for it.
We moved to IM pretty quick, and she was complaining about guys her age, and how she had a tough time finding a guy because of her size. I was caught off-guard by the last statement, as none of her pictures made her look big. Turns out she was 6′ tall. I told her that I’m only 5’10”, but “that shouldn’t matter if it’s the right person.”
I invited her to my place the next day to hang out, and she agreed.
It ended-up being a hell of a snow storm, so we decided to stay in. I made dinner, we had wine (which made her feel sophisticated), and planned to watch some movies.