Saul was his usual self, we sat and watched old episodes of Top Gear on his laptop. The sound of the rain was loud outside, all the more audible through the slightly ajar door to his back yard. We had the hookah between us, passing the hose back and forth and blowing out thick clouds of cool lemonade/apple flavored smoke (we couldn’t find enough of each flavor, so we mixed, turned out pretty good). I was pretty distracted that evening, dividing my attention between chatting with Saul, watching the show, and messaging Triana and a new girl I’d just matched with on Tinder, Layla. When I headed over to Saul’s, I had a slight hope that I might be able to arrange something given Triana’s enthusiasm to have me over sometime, so I slipped a couple of condoms into my wallet’s billfold before heading out the door into the rain and driving across town. But, after a few messages back and forth, she went silent before we could make any plans.
Layla, on the other hand, was giving me plenty to talk about. I still have some difficulty believing this woman is in her early thirties, much less a few years older than me. She looks spot on mid-twenties, tops. Aside from a youthful appearance, she is the right combination of cute and beautiful that I find very alluring. Kind of like Sierra. A fox, but kind of a cutsie Disney fox, but with tons of ‘sexy’ thrown in. Her race is also difficult to place, perhaps a combination of Asian, white, and/or Latina thrown in there. Full lips, sweet eyes, stylish hair (but with a tinge of attitude), tattoos, nice curves on a small, thin frame. We immediately were finding that we had a lot in common, in fact, we were born at the same hospital just a few years apart. We both worked in the same field. She was a relatively recent divorcee with two young kids. She lives down near her ex-husband who the kids live with, but visits regularly up by me for work. I saw some similarities between us. If I divorced my wife the next day, I wouldn’t be surprised if I found myself in a similar situation to this woman when I turn her age, seeing her kids a couple times a week and then traveling for work. If she makes it work, perhaps I could. Something to consider at least.
The evening was getting late though. I always try to be home by 10 pm to avoid arousing too much suspicion with my wife. I’m not sure why I bother, she accuses me of going to see a girl every time I leave the house, and again when I get back. Still, I kept back and forth with Layla, and we watched a few too many episodes of Top Gear/Grand Tour. It was 11 pm when we put out the hookah’s coals and started cleaning up. I came back from the restroom to discover my wallet was missing.
“Hey dude, you dropped your wallet, it is there on the table.”
My heart skipped a beat, it was there, along with the rubbers still in the bill fold. My only worry was if my wallet fell out of my pocket, the condoms might have fallen out on the floor. If Saul saw them, there was pretty much only one conclusion he could have came to, and I still hadn’t told him about my cheating and wasn’t convinced I should. In any case, I can’t be worrying about that.
“Ahh, thanks, should I check to make sure all the money is there?”
He chuckled. I said my goodbyes and was on my way out into the rain to the car.
I had been continuing my conversation to Layla on Tinder throughout. I drove down the road a bit, and parked off to the side while continuing to message her. When I found a lull in the conversation, I knew it was time to pop the question. It is one of those things, you often start with some small talk, getting to know one another, make sure you are both not totally nuts and that they aren’t just in it to discover your identity and blackmail you, and to discover that you have some chemistry, sexual and/or emotional (if they can be fully separated). Then, I’ve always believed it is my role at some point to make that break from platonic conversation and flirting to an overt gesture (guess that is just an old fashioned male point of view). It is always nerve racking finding that right moment (much like kissing a girl for the first time). I generally don’t have to worry if I make it to that point, as long as I’ve been up front enough in my profile/ad that they approached me in the first place and persisted in conversation with me to this point, I know it is just a matter of not coming off as creepy or awkward. I felt those points with Anne, and Sierra, and Lisa (and several others that almost made it but didn’t pan out because of schedules or insurmountable difficulties), I could tell, it seemed to be going there, chances were good. Most of the time, it is pretty obvious when it is going nowhere, that the connection is just missing. Of course, it isn’t a guarantee. I felt many times it was going there with Elle, and then we’d just end up going around in circles, but she is a special case. In this case with Layla, I waited until we’d had just enough talk about work, and decided it was time to transition. It is always a holding of breath before the plunge, but we came back out of the water on this one:
So, we successfully transitioned to potential FWB’s and moved to SMS text messages. I sent her my pic and she didn’t immediately run screaming in the opposite direction, but it was getting late, and I needed to get home. We said our goodnights, and planned to talk again soon. It almost seems too perfect: we have a ton of chemistry in interests and mutual physical attraction, and she’ll be up regularly and can host. We’ll just have to see what happens, but I’m feeling good. As the old adage, “when it rains, it pours,” seems that between Triana, Anne, Layla, and Lisa I’m being inundated by serious attention lately. Of course, tomorrow they could all ghost me and I’d be back at square one, but seems like some steps in the right direction. My wife was practically livid that I didn’t get back till 11:30 pm, this was damning evidence to her that I’d been out fucking another woman. Well, it is the thought that counts they say, in which case, I’m guilty as charged.