Based on a true event that happened in Melbourne.... Please don't forget to vote and provide feedback.
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Wendy rubbed her neck as she sat at her computer desk in her bedroom and contemplated another lonely week. A neighbor, whose husband was interstate on business, had invited her to come over for lunch by her pool but Wendy wasn't interested in an afternoon drinking wine and gossiping.
Wendy decided to sign on to the net and check her emails, maybe that would brighten up her afternoon. Opening her mail she quickly read the emails from her sister and her niece. She was discarding the junk mail when something caught her attention. It was a email advertising an online contact site. Her mind recalled a conversation she had overheard at work that day.
Two other women had been laughing over a "blind date". One of them had met a guy on the internet through a personal ad she had placed. Wendy hadn't been paying too much attention to the other women, but did hear the woman say that they had a great time and she and her "internet connection" planned to get together again over the weekend.
Suddenly decided "Why not?" and, clicked on the URL to the Adultfriendfinder site.
Ten minutes later she had registered for free and had finished filling out the advert. She reread it to make sure everything was filled out and accurate. She had skipped most of the preference questions and filled out only the information she deemed important: Female, 5' 10", 42D โ 34 โ 38 and 95 Kilograms. Wendy laughed to herself, "If they are still interested after that last statistic, maybe there's hope for me yet." Then she read her description: "Reserved, divorced lady who works nights, seeking discrete daytime relationship. Initially I would prefer meeting for casual lunch dates. Companionship first, then perhaps once we have gotten to know each other we can go on to more intimate activities". She smiled to herself as she went on and read the description of the man she was looking for: "You will be well educated, a gentleman who knows how to treat a lady. Most importantly you will be able to meet me at short notice during weekdays, enjoy fine wine and food, be taller than me and very discrete. Bearded, well endowed men who can send me a picture with their reply will be given priority in my replies".
The last bit about being "well endowed" was a bit risquรฉ and she quickly hit the "submit" button before she could change her mind. She noticed her hands were shaking a little when she finished. She thought of browsing some of the ads for men seeking women, but decided she was not yet ready to be aggressive enough to actively search for a man. No, much better to wait and see if any one responded to her ad.
"OK", Wendy thought to herself a week later, "here it is, another Friday and I've been alone all week!" Every morning she had excitedly checked her e-mail for responses to her impulsively placed ad, and every day she had gone to bed after her night shift disappointed by the responses she had received.
Opening her mail she found the usual responses, crude messages telling how big their "cocks" were and how they would "fuck: her senseless. She was just getting ready to sign off when a new message arrived from Adultfriendfinder. She quickly clicked it and read the message.
"Hello. I read your ad and am very interested in meeting you. I am a 48-year-old professionally employed man living in the Melbourne area. I work 4 hours each day from 8 am to noon, so would love to meet a mature lady like yourself so we can both begin to enjoy our afternoons. I love fine wine and long lazy lunches but increasingly find it unsatisfying to dine alone. So I am hoping you would like to join me for lunch. I liked how you describe yourself very much. I hope the attached photo sparks your interest, and look forward to hearing from you soon so that we can plan our first lunch together. It was signed Phillip
"Interested?" Yes her interest had been kindled. Here was someone who wrote about himself and didn't even mention sex, let alone crude comments about fucking her. His picture was great, tall, distinguished and he had a tightly cropped beard. She quickly answered him, supplying her real email address so he could respond to her directly.
A week later, Wendy surveyed her image in the mirror in the ladies room of the upmarket Southbank restaurant. Her red hair was combed loosely about her shoulders, her green eyes sparkled, highlighted by the pale eye shadow. Her ears were adorned with her pearl studs. A simple silver woven necklace filled in around her neck, hopefully making the bit of extra cleavage she was showing not as noticeable to others as it was to her. Her best blue silk blouse capped a black skirt. A new lacy garter belt she had purchased that morning secured her matching stockings.
She was nervous and took in several deep breaths she walked back to the table the waiter had shown her to a few minutes earlier. When she had arrived the maรฎtre d' informed her that her lunch partner had called to say he was running a few minutes late, but would be there shortly. Wendy's nervousness had increased. She was afraid that she was being stood up, and had just persuaded herself to leave, when a voice behind her startled her. "Wendy? I am so sorry to be late, but traffic around the Art Centre was much heavier than expected." A well groomed hand reached over her shoulder and placed a red rose on the table.