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Me: Oh?
Johnny: Haven’t found the right woman.
Me: Too busy watching movies, playing slots, and going on vacation, where you ride horses?
Johnny: You’re funny, Gemma7. I like that. Why does it matter what our hobbies are? What they should list are kinks.
Kinks…
Me: I guess they want people to discuss things like that.
Johnny: Let’s discuss. What are your kinks?
I swallow down some wine. I don’t have any kinks. I’ve only been laid once. It makes more and more sense to delete this whole app. I’m not ready for this.
Me: I don’t have any.
Next, I’ll tell him I think I love him, and he’ll delete me first.
Johnny: That’s a shame. People always dismiss things without trying them first. Like saying you hate pistachio ice cream without ever licking it slowly to get a feel for how the cream coats your tongue and slides down your throat. But if you’re adventurous, you drag your tongue around that cone, slowly, catching every drop to draw out the fantasy.
Pistachio! Did he just pick my favorite flavor? I chuckle. He’s a guy who wants to just get off, but he’s got some game. At least he’s not skittish like me.
Johnny: Speaking of fantasies, Gemma7, tell me yours.
My mind is still on that ice cream cone…one that’s shaped like a dick. I shake that image from my head. He’s waiting for an answer.
About my fantasies.
My heart ticks up. When was the last time a man asked to fulfill a fantasy? Of course, I don’t have any firsthand experience, but much like my book club meeting on Saturday night, after we talked about the over-the-top, passionate, alpha in Love in the Shadows, the rest of the night, the women complained about their real-life men.
It’s pretty much a universal truth: men don’t care about our fantasies.
So why is this one asking?
And why do I care?
Me: Before I answer that, may I ask why you don’t have a real profile photo?
Johnny: My face shouldn’t be important in a hook up.
Me: Au contraire, if a hook up is to have an orgasmic-inducing experience, a person’s looks play a part of that.
Johnny: Au contraire?
Me: Too highbrow for you?
Johnny: You’re funny. I like you.
Odd, that he’d say that after two minutes.
Me: Are you a bot?
Johnny: I’ve been called a machine.
I spit out my wine, laughing.
Me: I included a photo and not just a boob shadow.
