“It’s just a little fun for right now. Most of these girls don’t really seem like my type.”
It was the truth: most of the women who had emailed me seemed like they were barely bright enough to log into their accounts. Their messages were riddled with spelling and grammar errors, and although I wasn’t perfect in that area, I could put together a sentence that actually made sense.
“Wow, do all the women post bikini profile pictures? I think I need to get back into the dating game.”
“No, not all. I actually chatted with her over the instant messaging system the other day; she was really nice and funny. There’s nothing better than a girl with a witty sense of humor.”
“Oh, yes there is! A girl with a body like that. I’d say that body is better than any humor she has.”
“She was fun to talk to. I asked her out for a drink, but she hasn’t replied. In fact, her whole profile disappeared after I asked her out. It’s back now, though; maybe I’ll message her again. What do you think?”
“Can I speak honestly, Brandon?”
“Yeah, dude, of course.”
“A girl like that, with photos like that on her page, she’s probably looking for a sugar daddy and not an actual relationship. Those websites are filled with girls like that. They tease you with hot photos and then barely look like that in person. They will ask for some sort of allowance for their time, like they are literally God’s gift to you.”
“What? No, she didn’t seem like that kind of girl. Here, let me show you the other photos she’s got on here.”
I totally understood where Josh was coming from. There were probably a lot of girls on the site who were interested in being arm candy for rich men. Delilah and I had only had a brief conversation, but I’d reviewed her profile and she just didn’t seem like the money-hungry type. Admittedly, I didn’t know her well, but I was typically a good judge of character.
I pulled up her profile and gave Josh the chance to read through it and look at the photos. Certainly, he could tell that she was just a normal girl looking for love. Delilah’s profile was well thought out and funny. She had obviously taken some time to fill out all the questions and to put her best foot forward, and I appreciated that.
“Oh, you’re getting a message.”
“Is it from her?” I darted back to my computer from the kitchen.
“Nope, it’s from an equally hot brunette.”
Kimberly: Hey, doll!
Brandon: Hi, how are you? You sure look sexy as hell.
“Come on now. We don’t need to be talking to this one; she’s only twenty,” I laughed at the idea.
Women that young were beautiful to look at and I’d even had a few of them in my bed before, but they were not exactly dating material. In fact, I couldn’t imagine any circumstance where a girl as young as that would be someone I wanted to actually date. Sure, I’d have a hell of a night in bed with her, but I was actually looking for something more for the time being.
I’d looked to date since my divorce and I’d tried to go out with a few women, but I really had not been ready.
Now, I was different. My ex-wife had moved on, I was over my intense grief about losing my son, and the idea of a real relationship seemed good to me. It still probably wouldn’t last more than a few weeks, but I was willing to give it a try.
Kimberly: Would you like to meet up sometime?
“Look, she’s an independent woman asking you out first,” Josh said as he shook his head approvingly at the brunette woman’s profile.
“I think this is one of those girls looking for a sugar daddy, Josh.”
“I don’t know, she seems nice,” he laughed.
“Write back that I want to meet.”
Brandon: Would you like to go to drinks sometime?
Kimberly: Actually, it works best if we go somewhere where we can talk. How about donuts over on Sunset?
Brandon: When is a good time for you?
Kimberly: I could do tomorrow.