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The spreadsheet - part III

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Name
occupation
personality
hair
kinky?
Other notes
Abigail
Screenplay writer
sweet
blonde?
?
Southern belle?

It was a definite air soup day when I met Abby at Drop off service in the East village. I’d been to this bar a couple of times and it had seemed date appropriate. Of course when I actually took a date there it was full of jock bros talking loudly in their american loud voices, (as if volume can somehow compensate for tiny genitalia and lack of interesting things to say). Consequently I had to repeat every other sentence I said to Abby, either because she didn’t hear me, or because I’d used some weird English expression she’d not heard before, (and often both). This was another date that only led to a hug and an unanswered text.

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Name
occupation
personality
hair
kinky?
Other notes
Siena
Student
self assured
brown
defo
libertarian...

There are people who are cool, and there are people who are hard, Siena was the later. What I first saw of her were her hot profile pictures, and after she ‘starred’ both my normal and kinky profiles I was champing at the bit to meet her.

In real life Siena turned out to be more built than I had expected, almost like an amazonian rugby player who looked like she could easily take me. All her proportions were still hot, they were just a bit more intimidating in real life.

The stranger aspect to our date though was that it wasn’t really a date; Siena was moving dorm rooms one Sunday evening and somehow persuaded me to come and meet her as she was finishing up. I agreed to this, so I guess I must have been keen, and I ended up holding various doors open while we pushed the last few trolleys of her jumbled possessions through the street, up some elevators and into her new room. She was living in an all girls college and I had to leave my ID with the security guard at the door.

The ‘date’ then progressed to drinking red wine out of mugs in her new kitchen, surrounded by bare cupboards and empty dorm rooms. Siena was keen to tell me about the various wealthy guys she hung out with, some of whom had paid her to do things to them like slap them around in public. While bragging about her various kinky business connections she went into lengthy details about an investment banker friend of hers who lived in a vast upper east side penthouse, which he shared with ten different women. All of these women he was supporting financially, and sleeping with accordingly.

It wasn’t hard to see that ideas of wealth and success intoxicated Siena, but I didn’t have much to offer in this regard. My confidence was somehow drained in that stark white kitchen, with it’s cracked lino floors and humming fluorescent lights. I didn’t really feel like dominating this date... or at least that’s what I told myself after she’d escorted me out with a kiss and I had collected my ID from the door man.


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