We met on Tinder or Bumble or something like that. I remember everything about her – her apartment, her bedroom, the way our conversations felt.
She was about 5‘6” and on the thicker side, but she had the most amazingly beautiful face, a perfectly proportioned body, and an insanely dirty and open mind.
It didn’t take long for us to decide we wanted to hang out, maybe a couple of days. I drove to her house after work one night, probably around seven or 8 o’clock. I remember stopping at the CVS down the street to pick up a few things. I remember being super nervous.
When I finally got there, she met me outside and took me upstairs to her apartment. She was exactly as I thought she would be, beautiful eyes and a perfect smile.
I walked in the door and she had a small kitchen to the right, a dining room table to the left, and the living room with the sofa and TV right in front of me. We sat on the couch and she immediately turned on Parks & Rec and asked if I had seen it. I said no and so she turned it on, though I knew that this was just a formality, and activity to proceed what we were about to do that somehow made it seem less dirty.