Speed dating love stories
Disgusted by the company of my left hand, I decided to go out to one of those speed dating events. Keep in mind, I worked at Burger King, so the best clothes I could afford were some mediocre dress shirts and tattered khaki pants I bought at Wal Mart during a clearance event.I walked into the event, trying to display the shred of confidence I had left.No lie, my eyes did wander a bit south a couple times during the meeting. The woman I met at the next table was the most interesting of all, but not in a bad way. She had this cute smile and man, what a tight body on this one. For someone dressed in such a gothic manner, she had such a bubbly personality.
She tossed me an invite and, seeing as I was a lonely 32 year old man, she didn't have to ask twice.
I never understood what she saw in me over all the other guys.
She smiled at me with that cute, adorable smile I have grown to know and love and headed out.
After climbing Burger King's corporate ladder, I had finally attained the position of regional financial manager for the entire state.
Right off the bat she told me about how she was four days sober from methamphetamine and was looking to settle down with a nice man who didn't look like a walrus. I had thought that these events were age regulated and had different meetings for people in different stages of life.
I spent the next four minutes making general small talk, quite literally fearing for my life. I'm no pervert, but the whole idea of taking her shirt off and seeing two runny eggs nailed to the wall did not appease me.
I sensed a thread of compassion intertwined between all that stress and trauma, willing to lend an ear to anyone that felt the same pain as her. Apparently she used to be a regular at another pool hall by her old house, winning local tournaments and making a name for herself, and she wanted to check out the scenery here.
I was truly transfixed by her presence, drawn to her character. I wasn't too shabby at the table game myself, so I was excited.
Every shot she made was perfect; the balls just sank into the pockets like each pocket was a black hole just waiting for something to trespass into its field. We continued to talk and eventually began regularly dating.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating