Let me preface this by saying… I’ve slept with multiple women in hotel rooms all across the country having never met them until they knock… no I don’t mean call girls… relax. I mean mostly Tinder and some R’s.
Amy and I met on T and texted back and forth for about a week… She is a partner at a large national firm and based out of Boston… she also is 5’1, beautiful hazel eyes, with a greek background, tan, thick gorgeous hair, a perky firm chest and enjoys her pilates and yoga (almost as much as I, ultimately, would).
She knew I’d be flying in and staying in Back Bay for a few days. I was fairly upfront and blunt in my intentions and she seemed receptive but not overly giving in her own words… However I did get to call her on the Wednesday to hear about the guy she had been out with the previous night. We laughed and joked about him and how boring he was, how he took forever to decide what to drink, and how he was absolute friend material. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and that’s when I knew.