Disclaimer:- This story involves a large age gap, I was 21 and the man was 43. It is also ~3000 words long. Any comments, questions, etc. feel free to message me.
I have never had much problem meeting guys. I wouldn’t say I’m a stunning, thin super model; but guys like me. I’m small, at 5’4”, with a big-ish bum, good boobs and long dark hair – naturally hazel but usually dyed darker. For years I thought I would never use dating apps because I thought meeting people was easy. All of my experience was with far more organic meetings, where I either knew them or made and effort to get to know them, in person. Until recently.
When I finished university I went onto a graduate scheme; this involved a lot of travelling. For the first few months I was solely focused on work, having no dates or even much of a social life where I was shuttled around from place to place. By the time I reached Christmas I knew I needed a change. My policy of only meeting people organically was becoming a hindrance. I’m a girl with a high sex drive, and a preference for older men, a combination of criteria not easily met by my situation. All the men I liked were men I worked with; or they were too young for me. So a year ago, just before my 22nd birthday, I thought I would relent and try Tinder.