All she wanted was companionship and a man who she could trust. What she received was something completely different, foreign, exciting and unexpected.
She met a man on one of those free dating sites. It started out like any other conversation she's had a thousand times over.
"Hi, how are you?"
"What are your interests?"
"What do you like or dislike?"
Blah blah blah.
So this didn't seem any different to start with, except for one question.
"Do you like the darkness?"
That caught her off guard. She was intrigued, to say the least. The darkness?
"What could that mean?" she asked herself.
She thought about all the various connotations it implied.
Like any typical female at the time, she had read "The book" all women were talking and fantisizing about.
The thought that he could be meaning that lifestyle, made her tingle in-between her thighs. "That hadn't happened in a long time," she thought to herself.
She blushed at the thought and bit her lip. A sexy little smile spread across her face and her mind began to race.
Should I reply with "What do you mean?" or "Yes, I like the darkness."
So she decided to throw caution to the wind and replied "Yes, I like the darkness" and she hit send.
While waiting for an answer, she perused his pictures again. Not too bad. Not the romance novel cover type mainstream media's idea of the perfect man is but he wasn't gross. Middle aged, slightly graying hair, a belly but not overly huge. His eyes caught her attention. They were so intense. It's like they were burning with a hidden fire. Smoldering one would say. That made her a little wetter.
She continued to look more closely at his photos trying to find any flaws or anything that rang fake. Everything seemed on the up and up. She had heard of the term, "Catfished." She didn't like that very much. So she was cautious. At least there weren't any shirtless photos. Those jut made her laugh.
The phone buzzed and took her out of the daydream she was having with a jolt. She looked down at the screen and there it was, a reply back.
Her pulse quickened just a little as she opened up the text.
It read, "I'm glad you like the darkness."
"That's it, nothing else?" she said to herself.
In her haste, she replied, "What the fuck dude?"
Her head swimming. "Am I getting toyed with yet again?" she thought.
As she was shaking her head and about to hit delete, he texted back. "Now that I have your attention, shall we begin? he asked.
They messaged each other for what seemed like hours. Compliments being thrown back and forth. She felt like a high school girl again. Smiling at his poor jokes, and giggling at the sexual innuendo he let slip in. She knew what was going on but he made her smile and that was a nice feeling, after all of the mishaps of online dating in the 21st century.
They continued to chat online for about a week. Always cautious. Then the big question came up, "Would you like to actually talk?" She caught her breath and read it again.
She smiled and replied, "Yes I would."
They exchanged numbers. "Do I call first or should I wait for him to call me?" She decided to wait.
It seemed to take ages. No call yet. "Fuck it," she said out loud and dialed his number. He answered after a few rings. His voice sounded nothing like she had imagined. It was deeper. He talked slowly with a confidence she wasn't used to. All the guys she talked with before seemed to be nervous and unsure of themselves. He was the complete opposite. Her pulse quickened and she could feel herself getting moist just listening to him talk. They exchanged pleasantries. He was courteous and had manners. He didn't just ask the stupid things like, "Hey baby, do you want the big one?" or "Wanna fuck?"
Typical guys were so annoying and disgusting. Didn't they realize, just being themselves with some manners would get them laid way more often? Then he asked, "So you like the darkness?"
She sheepishly answered, "Yes Sir, I do."
They continued to talk when they could for a couple of weeks.
She asked if he would like to meet but he said let's give it some time and get a feel for each other first. She appreciated that.
Finally they decided on a date and time for their first meet up. She had been getting more excited as each day passed. They exchanged texts throughout the days and called each other a few times. The conversations not to heavy but little things dropped here and there kept the juices flowing.
The big day had finally arrived. She couldn't decide what to wear. She didn't want to come across as too slutty, yet she didn't want to seem to prudish.
They were meeting for lunch, so she decided on a nice skirt. Not too short but short enough to show off her legs. A nice blouse cut just low enough at the front to show off her cleavage. She put on her sexiest matching undies and a matching garter belt for her sheer stockings. He had let it slip that's what he liked. Long legs with stockings and heels. "Boobs and ass were just a bonus," he said. He implied legs led to the magic spot. That thought made her tingle.
As the appointed time approached, she was getting nervous. She had never felt like this before when meeting someone.
There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He made her feel desirable and not just a piece of meat.
"Was that it?" she asked herself.
She arrived at the restaurant early, so she could watch as he arrived, just to be safe. This could all still be a huge mistake.
To her surprise he was already there. Sitting at a very nice table. He stood up as she approached and pulled out her chair so she could sit.
He looked amazing. He wasn't tall but not too short.
"Thank goodness he looked like his profile pictures," she thought. She liked what she saw.
They made small talk while waiting for their food. Small caresses on the hands, a little foot sliding up his leg. She turned red and looked down when she did it. He squeezed her hand a little firmer to let her know he liked it and it was ok to do so. They ate and laughed at each others jokes. They didn't talk about anything too exciting. After all, this was a public restaurant full of people.
