I was 26 at the time. I matched with a guy on Tinder – he was a gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, a gym body, and a southern accent. He invited me over to smoke up and watch a movie.
I hopped in my car and drove to his place. It was a warm summer day so many of his neighbors were outside and some of them stopped to stare as I walked down the block in my short skirt and impossibly high heels. A few of them gave me knowing looks, a silent acknowledgement that I was a whore on my way to get railed.
I knocked on his apartment door and after a quick introduction he also introduced me to his roommate – a handsome and very tall brunette who gave me a smirk that said he had seen this song and dance before.