I used to spend hours at the gym every night. And do you know what I had time for with that lifestyle? No one! My life revolved around keeping those two hours set aside for the gym every night. It’s fun. But honestly when I live my life with a partner, I want my life to be about myself and my partner together.
My ex and I used to go to the gym together. And he’d watch t.v. and laugh. Hang with his pals and show off. Really, it was not any bit considered quality time. If anything it made me miss him more because our time was more spent apart in site of each other than together.
So, to all those assholes who feel the need to emphasize a girl’s ability to ‘take care of herself’ on their profile… all they are truly looking for is a girl with a high metabolism. And all I can think is ‘good fucking luck’ because in the good ole’ U. S. of A. girls with hips are more in abundance.
To add to my boredom on the dating scene I recently ran into the sexiest situation I’ve endured in YEARS!! Yes, my friends, years! I posted some panties and a matching bra to sell online. This stuff was new with tags and had zero sexuality added to the sales pitch. I just wanted to make a few bucks off of something I will never wear. Simply.
But I received a message back from someone asking what else I might have available. I mentioned the numerous other pairs of panties I have, with tags. They pushed further saying clearly I had some style and the natural curves to fill the panties I was selling, but wondered what used items I had. Finding this rather curious, I acknowledged and offered some of the soon-to-be-tossed panties I have in the back of my drawer.
He then admitted his gender… admitted his interest in these newly mentioned items… and the desire not only to purchase them but to have them freshly worn upon purchase. I was totally skeeved out! But given my current financial situation I bit the bullet and decided to play along.
He mentioned a lap dance, getting closer, watching me remove these panties, etc. Okay, ya’ll know I’m not a damn church choir girl here. I’ve been naughty. This shit is just about right up my alley, but I don’t know this dick from Adam. I don’t know how old he is… what he REALLY wants to do to me… how far he is willing to go, etc.
My mom points out the obvious… that this is a cop and I’m setting my ass up to get placed in jail. Dually noted, but seriously, I was just trying to sell a brand new pair of unworn panties, I didn’t ask for any of this shit!! And I’d happily cry entrapment should it come down to it.
We chat playfully back and forth. As much as I’m becoming turned on by this entire idea, I’m also confused by his disinterest in texting me. I’m thinking he has got to be married. Fair enough, I think, as long as he doesn’t touch me… I can live with myself. I avoid his every attempt to get closer or see a little more from me. Following some due diligence. I set up a safe exchange location. I tell a coworker where I will be. I even gave her his phone number should I disappear mid-exchange. I was ready for almost anything. Except… that!!!
He was fucking gorgeous! He met me with a glowing smile. If I wasn’t already in heat from knowing what was going down his eyes added to it. He was sweet as hell… kind, careful, and sexy. It was a delicious encounter. I had already set all the ground rules… he couldn’t touch me, and we absolutely would not be somewhere alone. I’d all but screwed myself out of this charming encounter. Damn me!!!
And just as satisfying were his thoughts of me. How beautiful, smart, sexy, and fun. Argh. Damn intelligence, due diligence, and safety!!! I wanted him, instantly!
We texted… all… day! He had me… all that he wanted me, he could have me. But suddenly he was smarter… he knew better and he wasn’t giving in. He knew I’d fall like a sinker for him. So I keep wondering… why can’t hot, curve-loving men like this one be on the damn dating sites? Why do all these sexy 30 year old men think they are too damaged? Fuck that baby, I know damage and it is not anywhere near him.
Suddenly the standard dating site is ten times more boring. Blah!!! Booooo-rrrr-iiinng asshole... they all are compared to Mr. Wants-My-Panties. And since then he has been stuck in my head. I just keep wishing I hadn’t been so safe. I’m also looking further into this worn-panty selling business. I joined a site. We shall see how this goes. Anyone have any advice, on either front?