I was about 28 at the time this took place (34 now), not too long after a pretty rough breakup. I hadn’t been single in the age of dating apps before this, and I was really giving tinder a run for its money. I have always been pretty picky about who I sleep with, let alone date, and I really enjoy sexy conversation even if it goes no further, so this approach kind of seemed like there was no way to lose.
On this particular Saturday, I swiped on a fairly attractive guy called Ben. He was a few years older than me, with his job listed in his profile. It didn’t take a whole lot of detective work to figure out that he was a hot shot lawyer in a different city, clearly in town for the weekend for some reason. He was a good looking guy – fit, light brown hair, blue eyes, well-groomed beard, and an impish smile that suggested he probably had something up his sleeve. I wasn’t really looking for anything serious at the time, so him not being local made no difference, and I was pleasantly surprised when we matched right away. He messaged me within about an hour or so, and we spent most of the day chatting and flirting, getting more and more sexual as the afternoon went on. He was in town for his buddy’s bachelor party, but he suggested we should meet up later that evening to play if I was down.