As requested, and promised. I probably will only share one story and then others when I'm not, you know, at work.
I had been on a dating site for a while when a girl messaged me - which was a first - and seemed interesting, pretty, and able to put together full sentences, which is a plus.
We chatted a few days, back and forth on the site's messaging system, which is user-unfriendly and I hate it, so I offered my email address and phone number as alternatives. She said she preferred to not disclose that information yet. Understandable, I was new at this myself, you don't know who people really are, etc, etc. So for what was a long week, we messaged each other about once or twice a day. Finally, we exchanged numbers, and I called and suggested a coffee.
No, too soon, she said, and another week went by of calling or texting; she was a frequent texter. I asked again if she'd like to grab a coffee. This time she suggested dinner, as coffee was a 'cop-out' date. Okay! Dinner it is. I was glad to finally be meeting her in person. She shot down a few restaurant suggestions and chose a chain that I don't really like, but whatever, it's one date, date one, let's just do this already.
Dinner is the usual first-date awkwardness. We have a good time and a closed-mouth light kiss at the end of our evening. I get a goodnight text message later that night at home.
The next day at work, my phone blinks with a text message that reads,
"Mm, it was really nice to meet you. I can't wait to be daddy's good little whore tonight."
What?
What?
I had been on a dating site for a while when a girl messaged me - which was a first - and seemed interesting, pretty, and able to put together full sentences, which is a plus.
We chatted a few days, back and forth on the site's messaging system, which is user-unfriendly and I hate it, so I offered my email address and phone number as alternatives. She said she preferred to not disclose that information yet. Understandable, I was new at this myself, you don't know who people really are, etc, etc. So for what was a long week, we messaged each other about once or twice a day. Finally, we exchanged numbers, and I called and suggested a coffee.
No, too soon, she said, and another week went by of calling or texting; she was a frequent texter. I asked again if she'd like to grab a coffee. This time she suggested dinner, as coffee was a 'cop-out' date. Okay! Dinner it is. I was glad to finally be meeting her in person. She shot down a few restaurant suggestions and chose a chain that I don't really like, but whatever, it's one date, date one, let's just do this already.
Dinner is the usual first-date awkwardness. We have a good time and a closed-mouth light kiss at the end of our evening. I get a goodnight text message later that night at home.
The next day at work, my phone blinks with a text message that reads,
"Mm, it was really nice to meet you. I can't wait to be daddy's good little whore tonight."
What?
What?
Another experience had a girl desperate for me to say I loved her on the first time we chatted over AIM. Another girl was desperately looking for a fiance as she had just been stood up at the altar a month earlier.
