5 days after I became single, I had an invitation for nibbles/drinks at a venue of my choosing.
Buff Guy and I had known each other for more than a year now, but we’d never really hung out in the same social circles. We’d mostly communicated online and things had been kind of cool in the past few months.
In fact I’d always thought that he preferred his girls to be hot and stupid and common – the sort of species most often found in bars and nightclubs. He also seemed like the type of guy who’d have an abundance of aforementioned creatures clambering to get a hold of him.
Therefore I felt a certain degree of skepticism in his intentions.
But the night was a good one, and he walked me back to my place, and bade me goodnight at the entrance without trying to pull any unwanted moves.