After Lori was disappointed one day when a date was canceled, she decided to return to the dating app circuit. The best way for her to pull herself out of a puddle of sadness is to actively work to change a situation. If she really wanted to find a potential partner who she could create a possible relationship with and watch it grow over the next couple of years, she thought she would be more likely to find someone in the mainstream. She's enjoyed meeting some of the men through the kinky lifestyle social networking site, but they've tended to look at her as a fetish or kink dispenser and she wanted to talk about things other than current events in her post-coital embraces. She returned to one of the national dating sites. She had already answered over 100 questions there and well, why not? She then remembered the billboards from a couple of years ago advertising the site. They had odd illustrations showing a couple meeting and the acronym "DTF". She had to look that up on google. She also remembered meeting a couple of nice people 6 months ago and only had positive experiences from it.
She went ahead and paid for a full-month of premium membership. The cost was par for the course and she liked having access to things like being able to see who liked her. You would think that would be standard but no. She liked keeping her stints on dating app sites to one month at a time. Most of the action seems to happen when you first join. Lori thought dating apps liked to nickel and dime people. It was disheartening but again, par for the course. Keeping to a month didn't make it too taxing. She liked keeping these things manageable.
She pulled up her most recent profile that she put on hold last summer. She was slightly horrified when she saw her last profile screamed "horny 50+ yo female will fuck upon request" or something like that, and she didn't like the current array of photos. Before she could tone down the profile and add new pics, she already had a couple of inquiries. One was from a local artist named Michael.
Michael and Lori shared many similarities. They've been divorced about the same amount of time, are nearly the same age and both have two kids also about the same age. He was a professional artist and Lori was excited by the prospect of talking with someone that had a creative drive. He was boyishly handsome. Great facial bones, 6'2" tall and long red hair, blue eyes. He sounded really mellow and sent her the sweetest texts and messages. Their conversation started on a Thursday and they ended up meeting that Saturday.
Saturday was her standard coffee date after work. They met at 6PM. She was nervous. Michael sounded too good to be true. She made sure her OKC profile included a couple of body shots and mentioned her SSBBW body type. Some people are cool with it, some people aren't. It's better to vet out the latter than to experience a horrific expression when someone meets you face to face. Modern dating sites and the current array of media technology make it much easier today than it was twenty years ago. There should only be delightful surprises.
While Lori was waiting in her car for Michael to arrive, she was thinking back on their text exchanges. She probably sent a boob pic or two and maybe a couple of essays. She knows they exchanged images of artwork and he shared pictures of his body. She liked his work and learned that he also taught classes. She didn't remember exactly what else or many specific details. It seemed like their conversations just kind of flew past. And, her mind was jumpy so it was hard to concentrate.
And before she could think much more about it, Michael was there and he was handsome. Unexpectedly so. He was wearing jeans, a maroon t-shirt and sweater. He was tall and trim as expected and better looking in person as is often the case. He got in her car and they started talking. Mostly standard small talk. Lori brought up a book she just finished reading. He talked about his day with his kids and disc golf with a friend. They talked about kids, divorce, life. The effects of the pandemic on their life. Where they were in the cycle of vaccine shots. Things were going well. He was very touchy and Lori felt a little like a trapped animal. She liked his touch. She wanted his touch but she was so startled by it and wasn't sure what to do with it. She can be such a 12 year old sometimes. He touched her arm, pulled at her shirt, and finally grabbed her hand. She was then mortified to remember she sent him the small videos of her playing with a nipple clamp. Oh dear.
He invited her back to his house for tea. She said yes. His studio was set up in his living room with his current project on display. This reminded her of when she had a studio set up at home in her tiny apartment in San Francisco. It felt so familiar and she couldn't help but be happy. His home was charming and incredibly comfortable. In some ways Lori felt like she was just acting out the parts of something already scripted that she was given artistic license to interpret as she saw fit. He made tea. He rubbed her foot. She rubbed his foot. He scooted closer to her on the couch. And paid her compliments. He liked her voice, her face, her energy. She remembered he referred to her as a sex goddess in a text message. If he wasn't sitting there with her, she would wonder when the scam or joke was coming. But it didn't come. Instead, she was rewarded with a kiss.
