With 4 hours until my next class, I'd left campus and gone downtown to window shop. After wandering through a few stores, I wound up sitting outside café having a cup of coffee. Shortly after I'd arrived, the tables began to fill up and before long there wasn't another available seat to be found. So I wasn't surprised when a middle aged man in a suit asked if he could sit in the only other chair at my table. I said yes for two reasons. The first was that I was raised to be polite. The second reason was that he was really good looking and I've always had a thing for older men. Being raised without a father probably had something to do with that. But the odds of this man liking college aged boys seemed very remote. I imaged him to be happily married man with a few young kids at home.
He smiled graciously and took his seat. The small talk soon began, he seemed to dominate the conversation and followed up one question with another. Each question seemed thought out and required more than a simple yes or no answer. I had the impression he was either a Therapist or was truly interested in me. I really didn't care, I was thoroughly enjoying the attention. I answered his questions truthfully, there seemed no reason to lie. In less than an hour, he learned about my childhood, my education, my most memorable moments, my friends, my life. This man learned more about me in 60 minutes than some friends I had for years. I don't know why I was being so open with him. It simply felt natural.
By the time he asked about my relationships, the café was nearly vacant. People passed by on the street, but they were all too involved in their own lives to even notice the two of us sitting there. I leaned closer to him across the table got a whiff of his cologne. He smelled like an educated mature man and it made me squirm a little in my chair. I told him that I have had a total of 3 boyfriends in my life.
With a wide smile, he followed up with a few questions about girlfriends. He had a difficult time believing I'd never been with a girl in any way. But after confirming it several times, he finally accepted the fact.
Then he asked "So, with your boyfriends, do you like to pitch, catch or both?"
There wasn't a single sport that I enjoyed playing or watching. So it took me a few seconds to pick up on what he was asking. I giggled a little when it finally dawned on me. This time I leaned even closer to him and while looking him right in the eye, I whispered, "Catch."
While still leaning close, our noses inches away from each other, he asked a series of questions about the boys I'd been with. I told him about each one of them. Their names, what they looked like, how I'd met them, what kind of guys they were, and how each relationship came to an end. By the time I finished my boyfriend tale, we were somehow leaning in even closer to each other. The close proximity was driving me crazy, I don't think I'd ever been so excited in a very public place.
In a very casual way, he asked, "So tell me, what sorts of nasty things these 3 boys did to you?"
Knowing this grown man was now blatantly flirting with me, I blushed a little and playfully asked, "What do you mean by 'nasty things'?"
