For my very first date I had selected a man that seemed particularly promising. He name is Mark Jensen and he was in his mid-40s, divorced and a bank executive. He described himself as being six-foot-two and in excellent shape. And best of all were his photos! He was very handsome, with strong, chiseled features. His dark hair had a bit a grey at the temples. One of his photos was taken at the beach -- with his shirt off exposing his muscular chest and shoulders!
We exchanged several emails and then we talked on the phone. I had practiced my girly voice and he didn't suspect a thing. In fact, he said my voice was sexy. And at the end of our conversation we agreed to meet for a date on Friday night!
I couldn't stop thinking about my big date all week. Even though I owned two pretty dresses that I could have worn, I decided I needed something even more special. I went to Macy's and spent $400 on a gorgeous black dress and another $200 on some sexy sling-backs with 3 inch heels.
On the night of our first date, I met Mark at Le Maison, the fanciest French restaurant in town. He was already sitting at the bar when I walked in. He looked just like his photos -- tall, handsome, sophisticated. He seemed very happy when he saw me for the first time. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek as he greeted me and the Maitre d' walked us to our table.