We matched on Tinder. She was adorable. Impossibly so. A chubby little cutie with a fat ass and glorious tits. But despite her feigned innocent looks, from her profile it was very clear what she was after, and I didn’t waste time giving it to her.
We met up at a bar near me. She was just barely 21 – a whole decade younger than me – and the bartender gave me a dirty look after checking our IDs. In our messages to one another she had asked what “a guy like me was doing swiping right on a girl like her” and I’d joked that I was a dirty old man who preyed on young college girls. She knew I wasn’t entirely joking. “Well it’s a good thing being preyed on turns me on,” she told me.