I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
Intelligent, sweet, down-to-earth and adventurous. Bonus points if you're a little bit quirky and unattached.
I enjoy making a woman I'm attracted to feel wonderful. One way to do that is to give you my premium full body massage under dim lights and with quiet music. This can lead ***, just about anywhere you want to go.
I like to flirt with my my face.
...and why I now require a phone call before meeting anyone in real life.
Dating is hard enough without adding public embarrassment, security guards, and a runaway train. But here I am, surviving to tell the story. We all know dating comes with risks. Sometimes those risks are emotional, sometimes logistical, and occasionally — like in my case — they involve a fully grown adult collapsing in public places for no logical reason. I had high hopes for this date. We'd met on a dating app, and she seemed genuinely lovely. Our messages flowed effortlessly — witty, playful, even a little flirty in the best possible way. There's something magical about those early conversations where everything feels promising, like this could be the start of something real. In hindsight, I probably should have insisted on a phone call first. That simple, four-minute conversation could have prevented what will forever be filed under "Worst Date of My Entire Life." But no, I was caught in the intoxicating trap of good texting chemistry. And texting chemistry… lies.
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