We matched on tinder and I was feeling a little desperate. I’m attractive, almost 5’11”, 130lb woman with purple hair and blue eyes. I have a slim waist, perky B’s, and wide hips that accent my round ass. He was handsome, striking. Solid jaw structure, with golden hair. I could tell he took care of himself and his body just by looking at his pictures. I was fantasizing and drooling just off his profile alone.
I don’t think we exchanged much information at all besides that we weren’t looking for relationships. We both got the sense we were a little desperate. He claimed he had just been dumped, and I am going through a divorce. He asked to meet up and I agreed. I had things I needed to do that night but he said he was free all night and no time was too late. We met around 10:30p at a hotel in the town I had claimed to live in. He had already booked us a room. It was like he knew I was going to go through with it. I mean why wouldn’t I? I would be stupid not to because he looked like a Greek God on earth.