The Corporate Suit

I had another first encounter yesterday, my third. Now, they always say third times a charm and all that, but I never believed them until last night. This time I had ventured to arrange a date with a guy several years younger than myself, a guy with a thing for feet.

I arrived at the bar a few minutes early (the taxi had managed to get all green lights) so I ordered myself a drink, propped myself on a bar stool and waited. After about five minutes and EXACTLY on time he arrived. He apologised that he had just come from the gym and wasn’t wearing a suit. He looked amazing in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Dark hair, slim but muscled body and taller than me, even in three inch heels.

I was halfway through my drink, he waited until I had finished before going to the bar and buying himself one and another for me. We talked about politics, sport, the royal family, the trivia night that happened to be going on around us and several other things including his past relationships. After an hour, both of our emergency phone calls happened (mine from ‘a friend in need’ his for ‘work’) and we decided to call it a night. He drove me home, told me he was playing at being a lawyer and that he really wanted to do other things with his life. He walked me to my front door. Then he kissed me gently. I kissed him back. He was nervous and so was I.

I wanted to open my front door, throw him against the wall, rip all his clothes off and shag him senseless. But I have a rule…never on a first meeting.

I think it’s sensible, but last night I could have kicked my own arse for letting him get away.

PS. He's been emailing me all day and my butterflies have hatched. But I'm still not counting the chickens.

The Barman

My second date from a dating site happened on the 22nd. He had maintained that he worked in the hospitality industry and I had chosen not read too much into it. He was a little older than me, but that wasn’t a worry.

After two hours of his company though I was exhausted. He had no conversation. I started every thread and ecked out every piece of information I could. I discovered all sorts of things about him that were undesirable including that he was a smoker. His profile said he was not. So I told him smoking was a deal breaker, I was being kind I could have mentioned the;
>Lack of conversation
>The extra extra padding
>The fact he didn’t buy me a drink
>That he lived with a flat mate
>His lack of transport
>That all he could talk about was the bar work ( he doesn’t even clean his own pipes)
>That he hasn’t read a book since leaving school
And list goes on…

And when he asked why smoking was such a problem I told him his spunk would taste like an ashtray. He looked confused as I waved goodbye.

The Project Manager

I had my first coffee on the 17th October with a lovely man who likes ladies in boots. I didn’t wear boots to the date because it was two in the afternoon at a café.

We chatted about a few things, his likes, his wants then my likes, my wants and my new washing machine. He told me I was just what he imagined a Domme to look and be, not too skinny and not too fat. That’s always nice to hear. He also told me that I was very comfortable to be around but he imagined I could be very tough.

Then I told him my situation, you know, separated and new back in the scene, vanilla ex etc. He then said, ‘I’m a similar situation, my partner is vanilla.’

My Partner…A Partner! Didn’t he think it would be a good idea to mention the partner before making a coffee date with me? I asked if he had tried to get her interested. Yes he had, but she wasn’t interested and though wearing boot in bed was freaky. We talked about his situation more and I found out what I wanted to know. She didn’t know he was going outside to play.
I finished my drink and he offered to walk me home. I said, ‘You can, but you ain’t coming over threshold.’

He did walk me home. He was a gentleman. He did admit to requiring the toilet during our short walk and I let him. He was in my house less than five minutes and after he had left I checked something;

He’d put the loo seat down, lid and all.