Just imagine the joy on my face when I get this randomly pumping through my phone via FB Messenger:
Actually, my first thought was “Wtf is this?” So, I clicked on this mystery girl’s profile and recognized her instantly:
After Pearl and I were done, and before online dating got into my blood, I saw this girl emceeing at my daughter’s birthday party. I had known her during my married days—she was the manager of a trampoline place that I used to bring my kids to before it went out of business. I was attracted to her then. And now, nearly forgotten, I can act on that attraction: One business card was all it took to see the return on investment…nearly two years later. Apparently, she had sent me a friend request two weeks earlier and I just blindly accepted it. Let’s just say they probably shouldn’t have me doing airport security any time soon.
So the date was set:
I was worried about juggling a few girls lol.
I honestly couldn’t wait for that history to be rewritten.
I had to ask her for an update pic, you know, in case I couldn’t recognize her:
That turned the sex dial up to 11. I had to ask her where she likes to get down. She, in turn, asked me about where I like to go down:
This girl enjoys going to classy places with great ambience:
But, whether I want to or not I am always on the lookout for the color red:
But I had tunnel vision going with this one. Since the vibe was so good I continued running full mast:
I felt so confident about this girl. The pics were hot, the connection was good, all systems go: I was going down to Philly on the upcoming weekend and I wanted a sex companion:
But before I made that invite official I needed to know for sure that I’d like her. So, I set up a little pre-trip trial balloon date, and discussed my thoughts with the girls:
Well, my midnight snack must’ve thought I’d be hungry, because she showed up as a five-course snack instead! I just couldn’t believe, after all the pics I had vetted and seeing her before, that she could be that big. Now I have no problems with big women, I have problems with big women who pretend they’re not. I got through the date and played nice, but didn’t want to give her any wrong ideas about how I felt. So, the next day, I explained those feelings I had to her:
I should’ve waited until 8. Now, about that trip to Philly…