Lockdown has had me reminiscing. Here’s a fond one—the start of the best sexual relationship of my life. It takes place around 2009, when Craigslist casual encounters was still a thing that existed. I was living in a large city in the USA. American dating confused me entirely (I’m British). I didn’t want to stay in the USA, I didn’t want to settle down, I just wanted to sleep around—why did we have to spend several evenings pretending otherwise before we got to bed? What was wrong with the British method of getting blind drunk and waking up the next day beside someone you barely knew with regrets and a hangover? Anyway. Casual encounters was good to me.
I posted ads intermittently, so I don’t remember the exact content of this one, but in general I tried to be articulate, smart, human, and give the impression of being good, giving, and game—to mirror what I was after myself, essentially. So, I posted, waited, deleted the obvious spam . . . then an email arrived, with the subject line “lets see”. The message was brief: “hey, you sound like a nice person, send me your pic and we’ll see. I love getting my pussy suck.” OK. This sounds like a real person. This is a response I can work with. And then the attached picture was . . .