What a strange date. We agree to meet at the new bar in my neighborhood. He is coming from Burlingame and I am lazy in terms of travel.

I get there a few minutes early – of course. An attractive man shows up – he is dressed in a suit jacket and fresh pressed button down collar shirt with jeans. I am wearing the standby black skirt and a red top that is low cut showing some nice cleavage. He gives me a hug hello and tells me I look fantastic. I am impressed so far.

We order a drink at the bar and get a table and launch right into chatting. The conversation is light and then about Okc and our experiences there. He tells me about two of the women he has dated and goes into the kinks of one in terms of voyeuristic masturbating. Then he tells me he has trained doing massage – uh oh. That’s a weakness of mine. Then the conversation gets weird – he describes to me learning tantric massage and bringing his ex-wife to the best orgasm of her life through both vaginal and anal penetration with his hands. He brags about himself on his profile as giving good oral.

The conversation veers back to polite conversation around his job and where he is from, where he lives and the ex and kids. We end up having a couple more drinks as we talk. 

Eventually we leave and he kisses me and I kiss back. He exclaims that I am a great kisser. I wonder what he has been kissing before because I just kiss. Then he tells me I am gorgeous. 

We walk outside and I offer to walk him to his car. He wants to make out some more in a more comfortable place. He wants to give me a massage.  We are a block from my house and I do the stupid thing and say ok lets go there.

In my house we are on the couch making out and he lays me down to give me a massage. Let’s just say he is very oral and has an anal fixation which was a bit over the top for me.

Eventually we finish and he gets dressed and leaves. 

I will probably not see him again. There were things I liked, but things I didn’t and there was too much for his pleasure and not enough for mine.

He messaged me the next day saying he had a great time and wanted to see me again.

We’ll see. I enjoyed parts of it and his company but next time I need at least dinner.