One of the things that has been a big help to my cause is the internet and, more specifically, internet dating sites. Not those so-called adult sites either. I'm not looking for women who want to hook up blindly. No, I go for the regular dating sites. I like to meet a woman and get to know her a little. Some pan out, others don't, but I always enjoy meeting new women. There's always something special in the air the first time or two you go out with someone. That extra charge makes the chase worthwhile, even if it means I've got to deal with the inevitable rejections.
Now I'm always very clear that I'm not really looking for anything serious or long term. That's enough to keep the relationship-seekers away from me for the most part. By the time I've traded a half dozen emails with a woman, I've got a pretty good idea as to whether or not I should go out with her. And that means not just assessing whether or not I have a chance of getting her on her knees, but also deciding how much of a bastard it would make me for trying. After all, I'm really not out to hurt anyone, even though my motives are admittedly selfish.
Anyway, the beauty of internet dating is that I can juggle several women at once and get to know them a somewhat before I ever meet them. I couldn't pursue my obsession the way I do with conventional ways meeting and dating. Yeah, that sounds crass, but again, I'm up front about myself, so I don't feel I'm being unfair. I'm not trying to dupe women into doing anything for me. They get to see what I'm about and make their own choices. It's much better to get sucked off while being yourself anyway.
Renee was one of the women I met early in my internet dating, and it took quite a bit of time before anything developed between us. Maybe it's because I had gotten to the point where I didn't expect anything to happen, that I was still emailing her just for fun and not actively pursuing her, that makes this one of my favorite internet dating blow job stories. It was also very instructive for me, as I learned that sometimes it's better to be a spider, to sit back and let the fly come to me.
As I said, Renee was one of the first women I met via the internet. Although she lived, according to the dating site, in my quote-unquote area, she was in reality over an hour's drive away. I guess that's one of the beefs some people have with internet dating. For my purposes though, it was actually better. This particular case was seemingly custom made for me. Renee lived almost an hour and a half from me, but where she worked was maybe a half hour from where I worked. So when we finally got around to meeting, having drinks and dinner after work was the obvious choice.
Our initial emails were all polite and of the tame getting-to-know-you sort, but they were fun exchanges. Renee worked for a big city advertising firm in a lower executive capacity. She was smart and humorous in her emails, usually including references to current news items. It was a challenge sometimes to write her a worthy reply. After we had gone through a week or so of corresponding, we set up an after work date at a bar halfway between our offices.
I was genuinely excited to meet Renee, and not because I expected anything to happen between us. She came across as confident and classy with intelligence and a great sense of humor. That's the kind of woman I really like to be around. It doensn't necessarily have to lead to anything for me to enjoy time with a woman like that.
We met at a restaurant for dinner and I must say, Renee was a great date. We laughed the entire time it seemed. She was as witty in person as she had been in her emails (and not everyone is). She also knew how to relax and enjoy herself, which I suppose a lot of people might not be able to do on a first date. I guess that comes from her being confident and comfortable with herself. Whatever it was, it radiated from her like an aura.
She was a good looking woman too, which never hurts. She was petite, maybe five-foot-two or so. She had short brown hair with a very polished, professional cut. Her brown eyes danced behind tasteful silver framed glasses and she had an easy, dazzling smile. Renee wore a dark suit, which I found very appealing, even if it did make it difficult to see her figure. Everything about her was elegant, yet relaxed.
We talked about our experiences with internet dating for a while. I told Renee that it appealed to me because I wasn't looking for anything serious and it was a great way to meet new people on a regular basis. She wasn't put off by my admission, but she did make it clear that she was not the casual sex type and I was probably wasting my time with her. I might have been a little disappointed, of course. But I respect a woman who respects and values herself enough to draw that line in the sand. We ended our date with a polite peck goodnight.
Over the next couple of months I would trade emails fairly regularly with Renee, usually while at work. Her witty banter was always a welcome interruption to the daily routine. We only met for drinks two more times in that span, the second time ending with her saying that we really shouldn't see each other anymore. Being email pen pals was fine, but she saw no point in dating someone who was never going to get seriously involved with her.
Gradually the frequency of our emails started to slip as did the level of personal contact in them. Often I'd receive a joke or cartoon that she had forwarded to a bunch of people, or a link to a news story that reminded her of me. This is how much of my internet dating has gone, so I'm pretty used to it now. I kept replying to Renee's emails and occasionally sending some of my own to her just to keep the contact alive, although at the time there didn't seem to be much point.
I've made it a rule to always respond to anything I receive in similar fashion. If I get a personal note, I reply to it with one of my own. If a joke is forwarded to me, I usually reply with a joke of a similar nature: I get a cutsie joke, I return a cutsie joke; a dirty joke gets a dirty joke, etc. At the very least, there's some communication between you, so there's still a glimmer of hope. Frankly, they're doing the same thing I am. Just keeping someone on the back burner, just in case. I always play along and sometimes it works out for me.
Anyway, the drop in correspondence from Renee I wrote off to her finding someone else with whom to trade emails. Presumably, she had had better luck with internet dating since meeting me. At least she left the door open a crack by sending an occasional email. Things went on this way for months, and I continued to play along, but more out of habit than hope.
Then the nature of Renee's emails changed a bit. She was still mainly forwarding jokes, but their content was subtly changed. There had always been a variety in their nature and neither of us was easily offended, so off-color stuff was included. But the content became more and more sexual in nature. Possibly someone was just sending her more of those types of jokes and she was only passing on what she received. But I began to reply with sexually oriented material just to see where it would lead.
One particular day she sent me an email with a bunch of cartoons in it, all of which had jokes revolving around blow jobs. I didn't want to read too much into it. After all, it was just something she forwarded. But I obviously wondered if there wasn't a point to it. I took my time deciding what to send as a reply. What I sent was a link to a fake news story that claimed a scientific study had found lower cancer rates in women who swallow semen than women who don't. Whoever put the thing together was pretty slick. It was supposed to be from a major cable news network's website, and it could easily have been mistaken for legitimate.
Knowing that Renee was a sharp woman, I wasn't surprised when she emailed back a link to a story that said the "study" was a complete hoax. I was mildly surprised at what she wrote below the link though. I can't remember how she worded it exactly, but it was something about conducting her own research study on the subject. It was deliberately vague, a Renee trademark, and left me wondering if she meant me or someone else.
