Smiley M
His profile opened with 2 other guys, but it was his gigantic smile that let me know which one he was. As I looked at more of his pictures, he had the exact same smile in every picture; lips openly square with a whole lot of dinosaur teeth showing. I like that he wasn’t afraid to be seen happy. “‘When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.’ -Albert Einstein.” A little pretentious but I can deal. Swipe Right. IT’S A MATCH!! He messages me almost immediately after the match is made. We start with the regular small talk. “Hey, how are you?” “How’s your week going?” “So what do you do for a living?” (I hate how guys ask that as if it makes a difference.) I didn’t have to ask him any questions. I was like I knew everything about him already. A city transplant, in the military, educated, looking for a weekday girl to fill up some time. Yup, just about 75% of the guys in SD.
We continue this talk for a couple days until he finally asks to meet up. He probably was waiting to see that I was a real girl and that I was not going to send him to my webcam site. LOL. He gives me a couple areas to choose from and of course I chose what is the most convenient for me. He just chooses the place. After a couple of drinks with some of my girls, I head over to the bar we were to meet at. He looks exactly like his pictures; the openly square smile with lots of dinosaur teeth. We sit at the bar. We talk about the regular small talk you would have on a first date. “Have you been here before?” “How did you end up here?” “What are you planning on getting?” We kept this going until we decided it was getting a little late. We left the bar, I began walking home. He was nice enough to walk me home (but i am sure that was just his plan).
We get to my place and I invite him in. He sits on my inflatable couch and smiles with those square lips and gigantic dinosaur teeth. I pour each of us a glass of wine and we make some more regular small talk. “How do you like living here?” “How long have you lived here for?” “Was it hard to find?” His dull conversations were really starting to make me wanted him to go, but I couldn’t leave on that note. He was quite the gentleman and tried very hard to keep conversation (I guess). We talked more about the inflatable couch and basically asked him if he would rather sit on my bed. He got the hint and ran with it.
He quickly undressed himself and quickly helped me undress (almost as if this was just a dream and he wanted this to happen before he woke). He got on top with his regular sized body, with his regular sized dick and pounded me regularly, until he was done. Little did he know, I was done with him probably 10 minutes ago. He went to sleep as if he was continuing his dream.
I guess I slept next time him, only thinking that I had to get up early the next day. There I was with my 4:50 am alarm. I got up and started making breakfast, the secret to waking up boys. He finally gets up and out of bed, shuffling to find his clothes. When he finally meets me in the kitchen, I hand him the scramble I made him and send him on his way. He is thankful and I tell him, “good luck with finding you’re car.”