I am reminded of a friend of mine I had some years ago
She was a middle-aged lady —I was in my 20s at the time — and quite attractive. When I knew her, she'd recently gone through a pretty difficult divorce, and said that she wasn't interested in any sort of relationship, not even dating. She wanted time to herself.
We got to talking one day and I asked her if she had plans for the weekend. She tells me that she's going on a date. I ask who the guy is and all that, but she tell me there isn't a guy. There is, in fact, no one else. She's taking herself out on a date.
I asked how that would work. She tells me that she had bought a new dress, something kind of slinky, along with a new set of lingerie and shoes. She had a reservation at one of the nicer restaurants in town, after which she was going to go to a concert (some European symphony, if I remember right). Then she was going to go somewhere, get a drink or two, maybe go dancing if the mood struck her. And when she got home, she would probably undress herself in front of her bedroom mirror and, well, "date" herself.
I about passed out from all the blood rushing out of my head. As I said, she was an attractive lady.
While I was trying to get back my ability to speak, she sort of winked at me and smiled. I'm pretty sure she knew perfectly well the affect she had had on me, and it clearly amused her no end.
We got to talking one day and I asked her if she had plans for the weekend. She tells me that she's going on a date. I ask who the guy is and all that, but she tell me there isn't a guy. There is, in fact, no one else. She's taking herself out on a date.
I asked how that would work. She tells me that she had bought a new dress, something kind of slinky, along with a new set of lingerie and shoes. She had a reservation at one of the nicer restaurants in town, after which she was going to go to a concert (some European symphony, if I remember right). Then she was going to go somewhere, get a drink or two, maybe go dancing if the mood struck her. And when she got home, she would probably undress herself in front of her bedroom mirror and, well, "date" herself.
I about passed out from all the blood rushing out of my head. As I said, she was an attractive lady.
While I was trying to get back my ability to speak, she sort of winked at me and smiled. I'm pretty sure she knew perfectly well the affect she had had on me, and it clearly amused her no end.
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