Sailor Moon

It’s a match! Shit, now what? Putting my phone down, I take a deep breath and change the channel. Ding! Smiling as I pick up my phone to read the notification, “Hey sexy.” Seriously? That’s what dating has come to? Rolling my eyes before replying, “Hey, how’s it going?” Responding within seconds, “It’s going good beautiful. How’s it going with you?” I quickly unmatch him. I’ve chatted with enough men to know once they start using the physically descriptive words, they are just wanting to hook-up.

Leaning back on the bed, I continue channel surfing and settle on an action movie. Ding! It’s a match! I’m starting to loath online dating. Ding! Opening the app, “Hey Sailor Moon, how are you?” Confused, I respond, “I’m good thanks and you?” He replies right away, “I’m doing well. Has anyone told you that you look like Sailor Moon?” Not knowing what the character looks like, I decide to google her. Oh wow, he seems delusional, but sweet. Replying, “No, no one has ever told me that.” Putting my phone down, I go back to the movie. Ding! “What’s your phone number?” That was fast, “I don’t really know you well enough to give you that.” Before I can even close the app, he says, “It would just be an easier way for us to talk.” I’m such a sucker, “No problem.” Within about 15-seconds of sending my number, my text notification goes off, “Hey anime, it’s Tony.” Oh, this is going to get old quick!

Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, I continue the conversation. So far he seems like a nice guy. He asked about work as well as my likes and dislikes. Since the conversation has been mostly superficial, I put my phone back down and continue watching the movie.

Ding! Picking up my phone, I read the text, “Can you send me a picture of your feet?” What the fuck? “I’m sorry, what?” My phone goes off again, “I have a foot fetish. I just love the smell and giving foot rubs. I’ve even gotten a foot job before.” Laughing, “So a hand job, but with feet?” He responds, “Yep!” Between the guy that told me he gets turned on by his grandma and had sex with his mom, the men that said they like to eat booty, and the others that enjoy cockholding, maybe this is semi-normal.

Ignoring my gut, I send him a picture of my feet. “Oh I bet they smell amazing after a long walk, when they’re all sweaty!” Gross, attempting to change the subject, “So you enjoy hiking?” As the conversation returns back to normal, we decide to meet at a local bar tonight for a drink.

Since I’m not meeting Tony for about two hours, I decide to change into a pair of jeans and a low-cut olive green top that matches my eyes. Grabbing my purse, I head out to the bar. I figure I can sit and have a drink prior to him arriving to help calm my nerves.

Arriving at the bar, I walk inside, a little hesitant. Looking around, I decide to sit at the far end of the bar, facing the door. Sitting down, I open the dating app to look at Tony’s picture again to refresh my memory on what he looks like. What the hell! He unmatched me. Well shit, now I don’t know what he looks like! The bartender walks over, “Hey, I’m Kyle. What can I get you?” Looking up from my phone, I make eye contact. Wow, he is handsome! Kyle is probably about 6’0” with brown hair and green eyes, along with plenty of muscles and tattoos. Mesmerized, I shake my head quickly and look behind him at the alcohol against the wall, “Ummm, can I just have a glass of Merlot?” He laughs a little before replying, “Coming right up.” As he turns to walk away, I notice his muscular back. My eyes drop slightly to his fantastic ass. Fuck, good thing I have jeans on!

Looking back at my phone, Kyle sets the glass of wine down. Raising my gaze to meet his, I reply blushing, “Thanks, I’m Jordan by the way.” Leaning against the back counter, he replies, “No problem and nice to meet you.” He attempts to peak at my phone, but I bring it to my chest, “Nosy!” He chuckles, “Meeting a hot date?” Again blushing, I reply, “Well, yes, meeting someone, but I can’t remember if he’s actually hot or not.” He bends over laughing hysterically, “What? You don’t remember what he looks like?” Taking a sip of wine, I set it back down, “We just started chatting a few hours ago and decided to meet up. When I got here, I tried to look at his profile again, but he unmatched me. So I can’t remember what he looks like!” Kyle continues laughing, “Well, this will be interesting.”

Taking another sip of wine, I snap back giggling, “Shut up!” He continues snickering as he walks away to help a couple that sat down at the other end of the bar. Not even paying attention to people coming in, I suddenly feel someone walking toward my direction. He’s wearing white tennis shoes, with white-washed jeans and a black trench coat. Oh my gosh, please don’t be him! He looks like a serial killer! The man sits down and I look back at my phone quickly. He leans over slightly, “Hey anime.” Fuck, what do I do? I briefly take a sip of my wine and look up toward Kyle, who is staring intently. He rushes over, but not in an obvious way. “Hey babe, do you want some more wine?” Setting the glass down, I reply, “That would be great sweetie, thanks!” He looks at Tony, “Hey man, anything I can get you?” Tony looks confused and then stands up, “No, I’m good thanks. Just looking for someone.” I watch him pull out his phone and I quickly put mine on do not disturb so it doesn’t ring or vibrate.

Tony walks away from the bar, looking at the different tables. Damn, I feel bad, but this would never work. I turn to look at Kyle as he brings over the bottle of Merlot. After pouring the glass, he leans over and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to kiss you on the cheek. He’s still watching, so I have to make it believable.” Smiling, I let him kiss my cheek. He walks away and helps another customer as the bar starts to fill up. Taking a sip of wine, Kyle looks over and winks. What are the odds that I come here for a date, but end up meeting someone different?

Almost finished with my glass of wine, I pull out my wallet. Kyle walks over the rest of the bottle, “So you’re just going to leave?” Putting my wallet on the bar, “What else am I going to do?” He sets the wine bottle down, “You’re going to stay and finish the bottle.” Laughing, “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He smirks, “Definitely not, I’m also sure that you won’t be drunk by the time we close.” Pulling out my credit card, “By the time you close?” Looking at my watch, I meet his gaze, “You want me to stay for another 5-hours?” Leaning on the bar, “Yes, I do. Look, I don’t often meet women and you are different.” Smirking, I reply, “I find that hard to believe. You work in a bar. I’m sure you meet women all the time.” Kyle straightens up, “Let’s make a deal, if by the end of the night we don’t want to exchange numbers, then I will get you an Uber and you can head home, never seeing me again.” Tilting my head, I hold out my hand, “Deal.” He kisses the back of my hand. Giggling, “Seriously? You really are a gentleman.” Winking, he smirks, “through and through.” Letting go of my hand, I pull it back and place my wallet back in my purse. Looking back at him as he pours another glass of wine, he asks, “So Jordan, where does that name come from?” Rolling my eyes, “No, I’m not named after Michael Jordan, but ironically he is my favorite basketball player. I also played when I was younger and 23 is my favorite number.” Setting the bottle down, he puts both hands on the bar, “And you’re not married or dating anyone?” Shaking my head, I pick up the glass and take a sip. Kyle places the bottle behind him and leans over the bar to whisper in my ear, “I’m not losing this bet. I also own the bar. I don’t just work here.” As my mouth drops open, he kisses my cheek and walks away. Well, isn’t he full of surprises.