Dating

I’m on all the major dating sites. They’re all a mammoth waste of time. Tinder’s the only one that reliably connects me to interesting people. But read more….

She matched with someone on Tinder. He walked into the bagel shop. Except it wasn’t him.

A woman on the street looks familiar. It takes me a few steps to realize I’ve seen her face four times — once on every dating app I barely use.

Most of my dates are sure things. This one won’t be, and that means something much scarier than not getting laid: the possibility of being rejected not for my looks, but for *me*.

It started badly — standoffish, defensive, closed. But her pussy was wet, and my cock was hard, and the evening improved from there.

Coffee, months of tension, and then, finally, a late night in which she did everything I asked and I disappeared into the dark.

Two sexy women, two great dates, and two write-ups that made the sex sound less hot than it was. I’m better at desire than satisfaction — on the page, at least.

I can predict the outcome of a date with near-perfect accuracy, which only raises the question of why I sometimes go on the ones I know will be bad.

The things I tend to do, and ask for, as I get to know a woman — and why they matter to me even if they’re not exactly new.

A promising OKCupid exchange gets right to the point.