Long time reader, first time writer. By way of introduction, I’m a thirty-four year old single guy living in NYC. 6’3”, 200lbs, very athletic, above average dick. I have always had an extremely high sex drive, and after seventeen years in New York my depravity knows no bounds.
I matched with Nicole on Tinder sometime in January 2018. She was a twenty-nine year old professional; fit, with a very pretty face, pale skin, and dark red hair. Soon after we matched she wrote me a simple “Hey there,” but I got busy and didn’t reply for a couple of weeks. One day I was scrolling through my matches and saw her message and figured I might as well reply.
> “Hey Nicole, sorry for the delay. I was playing hard to get. Did it work?” I asked.
> “Well… it didn’t NOT work :)” she replied.
And, like the incorrigibly arrogant ass I am, I got busy and didn’t reply. The next Saturday I was looking forward to a night in by myself. I went to the gym in the evening, took a shower, and got ready to watch some TV before bed. On a whim, I thought I’d look through my messages again. Nicole had written about an hour earlier.