Date No 1 - The Story
So. Nice time with Ollie.
If you want a recap, please look at my previous article. Suffice to say that mixing drinks whilst out, coupled with very late night/early morning, and overtiredness, is not the best combo for Flic here!
Feeling a bit rough and a bit of back and forth banter between Ollie and I all day there was a point where I was saying I was feeling too under the weather to go out last night...as he was too...and then an ‘oh, sod it moment!’ And I invited him to my place.
I greet him at the door. I have a red top, and some black leather jeans ...and....slouchy socks. Bit of makeup too. Not like my usual.
He parked his car out the front and I took a photo of his car and reg and sent it to my mate Sarah. He was surprised and asked "..is that a thing?", so just in care he was thinking bad thoughts then that wouldn't happen.
He brought me some chocolate and some paracetamol, which was cute. Good opener!
Foodwise, nothing too crazy. Something light so a cheese & tomato omelette, salad & chips.
Drinkwise? Spot of wine for me, a glass of wine and soft drinks for Ollie.
He's quite nice....
So, what did we learn? Points to take from the date?
He still looks quite tall, athletic and quite handsome, even in the cold light of day!
He's 23, so a few years younger than me.
He seems a good listener.
He wasn’t phased about my involvement in prostitution. Not really asking much, although he
knew already that I was a streetwalker. His un-phasedness, for want of a better term, came from a deep dive into his own family ancestry. It appears that a member of his family was involved in running a Speakeasy (I think they call it) in prohibition America, also running an illegal gambling thing. So that was interesting!
His own day at work he felt rough because of staying up late with me and having no sleep either.
He doesn’t drink tea or coffee! Or hot chocolate! Just strictly Coke Zero (my coke of choice!), soft drinks or water.
He likes my house.
He says I’m a good cook.
He’s a very good kisser!
He said that he wasn’t going to push anything "..’Cos that’s your night job.." and that he wanted to "..be respectful.." to me and go at "...your pace..".
..and we’ll be seeing each other again!
🙂
If you want a recap, please look at my previous article. Suffice to say that mixing drinks whilst out, coupled with very late night/early morning, and overtiredness, is not the best combo for Flic here!
Feeling a bit rough and a bit of back and forth banter between Ollie and I all day there was a point where I was saying I was feeling too under the weather to go out last night...as he was too...and then an ‘oh, sod it moment!’ And I invited him to my place.
I greet him at the door. I have a red top, and some black leather jeans ...and....slouchy socks. Bit of makeup too. Not like my usual.
He parked his car out the front and I took a photo of his car and reg and sent it to my mate Sarah. He was surprised and asked "..is that a thing?", so just in care he was thinking bad thoughts then that wouldn't happen.
He brought me some chocolate and some paracetamol, which was cute. Good opener!
Foodwise, nothing too crazy. Something light so a cheese & tomato omelette, salad & chips.
Drinkwise? Spot of wine for me, a glass of wine and soft drinks for Ollie.
He's quite nice....
So, what did we learn? Points to take from the date?
He still looks quite tall, athletic and quite handsome, even in the cold light of day!
He's 23, so a few years younger than me.
He seems a good listener.
He wasn’t phased about my involvement in prostitution. Not really asking much, although he
knew already that I was a streetwalker. His un-phasedness, for want of a better term, came from a deep dive into his own family ancestry. It appears that a member of his family was involved in running a Speakeasy (I think they call it) in prohibition America, also running an illegal gambling thing. So that was interesting!
His own day at work he felt rough because of staying up late with me and having no sleep either.
He doesn’t drink tea or coffee! Or hot chocolate! Just strictly Coke Zero (my coke of choice!), soft drinks or water.
He likes my house.
He says I’m a good cook.
He’s a very good kisser!
He said that he wasn’t going to push anything "..’Cos that’s your night job.." and that he wanted to "..be respectful.." to me and go at "...your pace..".
..and we’ll be seeing each other again!
🙂
26-30, F
