The room was minimalist feminine and my eye caught the site of atomisers and crystal parfum bottles on her dressing table.
"You snore" she said and I turned to look at her sleepy but lovely blue eyes. There was a hint of grey in her hair just around the ears but her hairstyle was fantastic and I told her so !
The bed was plenty big enough for the both of us and as I stroked G's thighs the events of earlier that morning and the night before came back to me. "Wow" I kept saying as I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs and squeezed her hand. She was all woman and her skin was mesmerising.
I was here after what had been a totally unplanned, if drunken bout of foreplay with this woman that I had been taking to via Skype for several weeks now. Not bad for a first meeting !
It had all started when I had decided to return to Plenty of Fish, some 10 months after leaving the site last year after some initial forays into the world of online dating. I was more ready now, a little experienced in the art of cyber mate searchery and free of the cumbersome court case for access to my child that has troubled me for several years following the break up from their mother.
I had, with customary aplomb, found G's profile as I was browsing one evening and had a quick look at her profile.
Typical of many, it gave little information and had a splattering of smiley faces and a green banana doing a perpetual pelvic thrust move that suggested "I like dancing or I fancy a good shag".
The picture was of a attractive 40 something that looked as though she didn't really know why she was there and wasn't making much of an effort to present herself in anything approaching her best light. She had long curly hair and a big grin ! "She looks alright" I remember thinking - "I reckon I could do something with her.
It wasn't until a few days later that I had gotten a site mail from her to say "hi". I don't recall exactly what was said back but it is always nice to get a first response introductory mail from a woman and here she was staring back at me in that scruffy leather jacket with that 80's curly hair.
I checked her profile again. She wasn't in my town but not far. Self employed, very little detail to go on, but she was wishing people well in their search and looking for a "best friend and a lover", a line that could have been plucked for any number of profiles, but nontheless was succinct and straight to the point. I was still with her, but only just.
I wasn't at this point fantasising about her, rather distracted and feeling the weight of responsibility that most online daters do when a mail pops up and needs responding to.
It is all very hands off when you are not getting mail but once those eager singles start fawning over your profile, or your mails get the attention you want, the exchanges start flowing along wit the expectations of new love, sex or dinner for two !
We had found each other and said hello, but little did I know that this was the woman that would have me face down in her love muffin some weeks later.
