Wednesday night found me trapped in a mental haze, and despite heading out at 7:00, the evening began with zero approaches. That all changed at 7:45 when I laid eyes on her. She instantly snapped me out of my funk, marking my very first approach of the night. She was a captivating sight – cute, standing at 5’5, with a punk rock vibe. Clad in tight shorts and boots, she defied her age of 30, resembling a 20-something Halle Berry.
Our paths collided at a crosswalk, and she’d been loitering for a good 5 minutes, engrossed in her phone before she started to move. This was the moment I decided to approach her. Right from the beginning, she emanated those “YES” vibes. We embarked on a journey to a nearby park, grabbed some wine to-go, and wandered through the Village.
She revealed herself as an actress and model who had even dabbled in dominatrix pursuits, adding to her air of wildness. She was undoubtedly entertaining, but there was also a hint of instability. Her conversational focus on current events and identity politics was unwavering. I couldn’t help but picture her pulling an anarchist manifesto from her backpack at any moment. She struck me as the kind of person whose friends might have been among the activists in recent protests.
While I might be more forgiving if she were 18, at 30, making identity politics the centerpiece of nearly every conversation felt a bit too much. We continued to walk, enjoyed a second round of drinks, returned to the park, and that’s when I suggested heading to my place.
Things escalated quickly when we arrived. She wasted no time settling on my lap, and I casually explored the situation. Without any prompting, she disrobed, revealing her natural spontaneity. We looked at photos on her phone while she sat on my lap.
She even shared how she had hoped I’d approach her when we crossed paths at the crosswalk. All of this might sound enticing, but as I mentioned earlier, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she might be a little “crazy.” Conflicted, I decided to put on the brakes.
She grew impatient, but I explained that I had been intimate the night before and hadn’t had a chance to freshen up. Her response? “I have a bad sense of smell; I don’t care.” It was approaching 12:30 a.m., and I decided it was getting late, proposing we save the adventure for another time.
As it stands, I haven’t reached out to her and have opted not to see her again. I believe I made the right choice.
This experience also taught me a valuable lesson: always keep your apartment clean and freshen up before embarking on any day gaming adventures.