Internet Dating: My Encounter with a Firefighter

Most women my age arrive at a point in their lives where they either venture into the perilous waters of internet dating or STRONGLY consider it. Like myself, these women are smart, successful, and unlucky in love. They immerse themselves into their careers and are often too busy with work and other responsibilities to go out to appropriate venues (i.e. not the club) and meet their prince.

One of my favorite bloggers recently wrote about online dating and the quacks we women encounter on such sites. Her entry reminded me of my own experiences with an online dating service and a guy I met...

Sometime after The Comedian, I decided to give online dating a try. At the time, I was overwhelmingly consumed by work. I thought it would be nice to meet someone who, like me, had a demanding schedule but also desired a long-term relationship. I chose a dating service that pre-selected my matches based on shared interests. This seemed more legitimate than allowing any random stranger to send me a message because I was fuckable pretty. I also believed that the extensive questionnaire you were required to fill out prior to registering would deter the lazies and crazies from joining.

One month into my subscription and I hadn't met anyone worth my while. It seemed as though the lazies got in anyway, profiles half-completed. Their shitty answers were apparently enough to deem us worthy matches. While I did manage to correspond with a few nice guys, nothing serious ever materialized. Just as I started to lose hope and reconsider my membership, I met a hunk named Brad. Brad was 24, a firefighter, and like me, very close to his family.

Brad and I corresponded several times and eventually met up for dinner. Despite a few lulls and extended silences, the date went pretty well. Brad was a bit shy but remained engaged throughout the entire date. He was kind, respectful, and to my surprise, not a socially inept internet creep. His pictures did him no justice. Brad was very handsome and his body begged me to fuck it was lean and muscular. At the end of the date he hugged me good-bye and texted me when he was safely tucked into bed.

Now folks, I'm a pretty aggressive person. When I want something, I go after it. I've played the role of the Debutante before, and it's just not fun me. Brad had pushed all the right buttons on our first date, and although I still wanted a long-term relationship, I also wanted him. Naked. All over my apartment.

An innocent text message I sent him about wanting a kiss soon led to the revelation of other wet dreams desires. Subsequent saucy text messages, racy pictures, and I.O.U's provided the itinerary for date number two.