I’m 25 years old, and I’m working on my career. I don’t have the time or desire for a relationship right now. Not that my mother understands that. That’s why I found myself coerced into going on a blind date last night. “He’s a good man.” She said. And that’s how I found myself sitting across a table from a 30 year old, recently divorced man.
My mother doesn’t know it, but a good man really isn’t my type. I’ve been fairly promiscuous since high school. I’m bisexual, and have enjoyed group sex for many years. And I currently have a few fwb’s that I play with regularly.
So an actual date wasn’t something I was in the mood for. Yet there I was. I have to give my mother credit though. She knows my type. Josh was about 6’3. Athletic build. Short, dirty blonde hair. Nice smile.
We made all the pleasant small talk. Hobbies and pastimes. Hopes and dreams. Etc. etc. etc. He was a nice guy, but I still wasn’t interested. He wasn’t interested in a relationship either, and both of us could sense it.