Although J and I opened our marriage in the spring of 2015, I didn’t start online dating until the fall. I immediately started chatting with two men. The first was The Banker. He was tall and very handsome. He was divorced 3 years and just looking for casual sex, which worked for what I was seeking at the time. Unfortunately something came up and I had to cancel. He was understanding about it and we continued chatting here and there but didn’t arrange another date. Soon enough I was dating someone else and deleted my Tinder profile. When that relationship ended I started and new profile on Tinder and again came across The Banker. We both matched again and quickly picked up taking again. Although we enjoyed catching up with one another we never arranged another date.
Fast forward two years and at least three times of me deleting my profile while dating someone and then recreating it. The Banker and I match each time and laugh about this as we play rounds of catch up with one another.
Finally.. last month.. just after the break up with the Fireman, I have had enough of just catching up with the Banker and decided that I needed to finally meet this man, who until then, lived in my phone.
I reached out to him via text and told him that we needed to meet. He was quickly in agreement and we were soon on the same page that this was going to be a meet and greet to also include a booty call if we both desired.
We met at his home which was just as upscale as I imagined. He looked exactly like his photos..rugged yet endearing. He served me wine and told me that I looked and spoke exactly as he imagined after 2 years of text banter. We spent over 3 hours talking and laughing before he took me to his bedroom. His kissing was divine.. I adored his mouth.. but when his pants came off this was when I realized that he wasn’t going to be the FWB for me.
I would normally argue that size doesn’t matter, that it shouldn’t matter but sadly it sometimes does. I know that the Banker enjoyed himself..his 10 minutes of hard breathing, rapid thrusting, grunts and groans suggested that he did, unfortunately it was not what I had hoped for.
Some things really are better left to the imagination.