I decided that I needed a woman in my life, and could not seem to meet any in the bars that I frequented. That was the main reason that I joined an online dating site. When I signed up, the first thing I had to complete was my personal profile so women would know all about me. I had a good job with a six figure income in an Internet start up, with stock options that ran to millions. Since I had always been single, I wanted to settle down with my life partner.
After a short period of communicating with a good number of women, I finally someone who I seemed to click with. Pro forma, we first emailed, then chatted a while, but it was several weeks before we decided to have a date. We met at a somewhat crowded family style restaurant. We had discussed a few more intimate places and she kept raising objections until I realized that she was just worried that they were a bit too secluded and private for her. With that realization in mind, I was able to suggest something she was okay with in a few minutes.
On the night of the date, I went to some trouble to be presentable. I got a haircut in the morning. I had even bought new slacks, a new shirt and a new blazer type jacket to wear. The restaurant was not formal enough for a tie, so I dispensed with that. I think that it is horrible the way some guys dress carelessly on a date. I abhor the entire look of not shaving and looking scruffy that many men sport today. I think it is insulting to women. Mainly because it looks like she is not important enough for you to put yourself out for. I like to dress up for a date because it communicates to the woman that I care about her. I think of it as a subtle compliment, sort of putting them up on a pedestal. In any event, the evening of my date found me showered, clean shaven, and well dressed.
I showed up at the restaurant a few minutes early to make sure that our table would not be given away, and waited for her. When she came in, I was taken aback. Although her pictures showed her to be attractive, they did not hold a candle to seeing her in person. But it was not her face that was so special. There is just something that some women have when they move that makes you want to praise God and sing halleluiah to his greatest accomplishment, the female body. This lady hat that and more. I have never been so mesmerized watching a female move in my life. She had a terrific body shape, but that was not what it was that was the attraction. It was just the amazing grace that she had when she entered the room. This air of confidence and control that was not to be denied. Every mans eyes in the place watched her as she moved across the room. Her figure was the epitome of the perfect female body. I was tongue tied.
I am not one who is attracted by huge headlights (breasts) on women. I am really much more attracted to a slim compact body. Needless to say, I am the same way about all parts of the body. Legs, waist, and butts should be more firm than saggy. When I see a woman with a firm body, I see someone who likely works out, and I find that sexy. They put physical effort into making themselves look good. There have been exceptions to this tendency of course.Delta Burke was a woman who had a presence that could make me look past my 'heavy' bias to see the incredible beauty of the woman underneath.
Normally though, I like slim, but I detest anemic. Normally though, it is the woman with a slender trim body who will attract my eyes over any woman with ponderous, gelatinous breasts. To my mind, Jello should jiggle, not bodies. My date was different from my natural preference. She was fairly well endowed, but in a tight, trim, athletic looking package. She had a figure that seemed to slide neatly between the full figured and the slender woman. She exhibited all the advantages and none of the disadvantages of both body types. Not an easy feat to accomplish. You had to admire the genetics that went into the package. My eyes kept drifting back to watching her body flow across the room. What an amazing thing to watch! She was shapely, but that shape was all attached to a slim, firm, long torso. Her breasts seemed to be trying to break out of her dress, and her caboose was doing a number that was entertaining to watch. Her rear was sort of like what a dancer would have. Muscular and tight. Truly a nice package to look at.
We ate dinner and really enjoyed each other's company. Since it was a first date, I had not planned a lot of extra anything beyond the meal. We just lingered over the remains of our dinner and chatted. After a couple of hours, and some dirty stares from the staff, I took her home and kissed her goodnight. As far as first dates go I would have scored it a nine out of ten. We agreed to see each other again the following weekend.
The ensuing weekend saw things go even better. On that Saturday we had brunch. Later we took in an afternoon cinema before going out for dinner. Later that night we went dancing. When we were dancing she felt a little different than most women I have danced with. I could not place it, and just put it down to the clothes she was wearing. The weekend after that, we had another date. This time I kept it more low keyed. A walk in the park, literally, followed by dinner and dancing. I was excited as to how well we were connecting!
As I kissed her goodnight, the kiss deepened, and before long she was opening the door of her apartment and dragging me in. As our clothes started to fall inside the doorway, I got a few surprises that I was not expecting. She was wearing a Victoria Secret triple push up bra with (I guess you would call it) mammary foam (rather than memory foam) that exaggerated her bra size significantly. But I was okay with that, because I am not a fan of large boobs anyway. As well as the padded bra, she was wearing this thing called a body shaper, sort of like a girdle in drag, and that was the only reason that she felt so firm and trim. When removed, she showed no sign of the muscle tone I had imagined. Instead, there was a bit of flab. The last straw for me was the false bum. She was actually wearing something that accentuated her ass! Holy cow! She was a total body phoney! She was a fake person! I was in shock!
Needless to say, that took all the ardor out of my night. I questioned her as to how she thought that lying to me would be a way to build a foundation for a permanent relationships. I said that if she had shown me what she was really like, we would have done all the same stuff anyway. She had crossed a line of trust with me. If she lied about this, then likely a lot of what we had discussed that attracted her to me in the first place was likely crap too! We parted ways that night, which is a shame really. She was so perfect for me otherwise.
I cannot begin to understand why some people feel they have to lie on dating sites or pretend that they are something that they are not. But maybe parting that way was a blessing. At least that avoided the embarrassment of me telling her that I was not really a successful millionaire.
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