he's in town for 2 nights for meetings. not exotic, nor foreign, just a couple of hours away. went to college here, same bands, same clubs. he's cute on-line and very entertaining on the phone. sure, he's in sales!
he
is
not
the
guy
in
the
picture.
it was only a backshot. nicely lit, shadows making the most of the carved manly angles. yeah, sure, shirt and tie. don't care. not him. he was attractive enough, but... if i'd seen "him"? nope, never. yeah, sure, shallow. how is that different from singling out a guy in a club or judging somebody by a real photo. i'm astonished that i didn't call him on it. nobody else will get that shot, lol.then he said, "gosh, you're so awesome. i can't believe no guy has scooped you up and married you."
i nearly spat my drink.
he was 200 miles from home, cheating on his wife and kids, ignoring the safety of his country home, yet failed to see the irony in expressing astonishment on my singledom.
i had another cocktail, and offered him the chance to live up to his various boasts. it was fine enough. the sheets were nice. i came home. i will not see him again.
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