Contrary to my numbers, I haven’t been on that many dates. I’m just not good at it. I don’t like to play games and I’m not good at making small talk. I guess that’s one of the good things about internet dating, you can get to know someone a little bit before you meet, albeit electronically.
#69 emailed me first. He was gorgeous and I was glad when he started texting me. His texts were abrupt and racy. I loved them. The main through-line of those texts was that he wanted to go down on me. Apparently that’s all he wanted to do. Now, I like pleasure no matter how it’s achieved; oral, fucking, candy. Whatever. But I was confused. I mean, all he wanted to do was go down on me! I suspected some foul play.
When he realized that I wouldn’t just let him go down on me without having gone out with him at least once. The next day, he told me to meet him at the day spa, Burke Williams in Sherman Oaks. He had scheduled separate massages for us and we sat together in the waiting room, naked under our robes. I moved my leg to touch his, and he let it sit there for a moment, and then moved it away. I was confused.
My name was called and I went in. The masseuse was nice and asked me if it was my first time at Burke Williams. I told her no, but that this was the first time I was here on a date. I told her how weird I thought it was that this guy didn’t seem to want to have sex with me, but brought me here just the same.
“If he’s paying, just relax and enjoy it.”
I tried to, but I was all distracted by #69’s motives. Would he be a number or just a fun experience? What did he want? Meanwhile my masseuse was digging into my muscles and I was glad it hurt. Kept me from thinking about how #69 looked under his robe. Afterwards he took me to dinner, but didn’t kiss me goodbye. I just couldn’t figure out his game. I chalked it up to a cool date with a weird guy. To my surprise, he came over a few days later and gave me a different kind of massage. It was fun, but he disappeared right after that. And came back a year later. And disappeared again. Like a bad penny. I think he’s married.
Moral of the story, being touched on a first date is nice, no matter who’s doing it.