We have been dating for a few weeks, roughly a month since our first date. We met on a dating app, I was new in town and had almost no friends here. I moved due to work, I was an interm in a huge law frim in the city. He was a PR vice president of a start up company and he is only 29. We do have a certain age gap since I am 21.
We come from diffrent worlds, I was born and raised in a small town and he lived in many places around the world due to his job. His family is very wealthy, mine is okay, we were never poor and could afford some luxuries but not all too much.
James bought all that was needed to make the meal and a bottle of white wine. I got us a nice dessert from a local bakery. I stood by my house as I waited for him to pick me up, holding my purse in one hand and a bag from the bakery in another. Then I saw his car and smiled, he parked his BMW close to my house and stepped out of it. Standing at 6’2 he was much taller then me. Towering over my 5’5 frame. Even in my 3 inch heels. James made me feel safe and I loved it about him, he cared for my health and well being.