First date with my master. We met on a dating portal. I wa..
Added 2021-06-10 23:15:18 +0000 UTCFirst date with my master. We met on a dating portal. I was 21 I think. You were in your mid 30s. I don't remember the conversation. But the mail with your photos. Just a man. I didn't even find you attractive in the photo. The three-day beard, elaborate facial features. But blue-gray eyes, wide shoulders, taller than me, which wasn't very often. How I like. "Why not?" Arranged the date. At that time I did an internship in a high school where I was a student myself earlier. After the couple of lessons, I went to the bus stop. You should pick me up there. I wore a turquoise blue blouse, a black skirt, black stockings, black jacket and boots. Long black hair down to the talie. It was autumn. A car stopped. I come and want to get in when I realize it's not my date. As not self-confident as I was at the time, I wanted to sink into the ground in front of the people at the bus stop and in front of the man. I was a little pissed off. The car drove away and then you finally came. First look, first words, first very pleasant laugh, you were so charming and charismatic, a Casanova. Totally attractive. Exactly my taste! Invited for lunch, we drive to the hippodrome. I was nervous, didn't want to eat in front of your eyes, maybe I couldn't swallow or my hands would shake while I hold a spoon. I think it went ok. You drive me to the center, where I later take a tram and drive to my boyfriend. Actually, I've always been the first to make physical contact on my first dates. By touching the hand. So every date ended with a kiss. But I didn't do that to you. I don't know exactly why. To keep the tension going, to have less guilty conscience towards my boyfriend before the meeting, to see how you react, to not to appear "easy to have" in front of you. There were a lot of feelings involved, but it was okay. You said goodbye nicely and I got out.
