It’s Saturday night. I’m driving to a hotel to meet a man I matched with on tinder. I don’t know why I think this is a good idea, but I’m tired of not getting laid.
I want to have fun with someone outside my social circle. This guy is from out of town so it’s kind of a perfect storm of circumstances that I’m actually meeting him. He’s in town for only 48 more hours, I’m feeling bold, and the pandemic has made me do things I never thought of doing before. Plus, I haven’t had good sex in a long time.
I park and go into the lobby. The hotel is nice. I get on the elevator and press the button for the fifth floor. I’m texting him that I’m coming up, no need to come down. I get off the elevator, still looking down at my phone. I can feel eyes on me and I look up. He’s waiting for me outside his room. He’s even better looking than his pictures.
He is tall with dark eyes and hair. He’s got tattoos all up his arms and on his hands. The nicest lips I’ve seen in a long time. I walk up and shake his hand. Gotta remember your manners at all times.