UPDATE: Took the publicist to the Knicks-Pistons game Tuesday. Met for drinks and appetizers beforehand at Lugo (1 Penn Plaza). Good times, but not sure there's chemistry there. Somehow I think I ended up in the friend zone. But by happy coincidence we have a large client who is getting ready to close on a round of funding, and she's a "futurist' aka trend tracker, and our client has an innovative solution. Whatever.
Meanwhile I met a Japanese banker who is a *ahem* 23 year old spinner. Yeah, I know, beyond stupid for a 51 y.o., but WTF do I care? Just having fun right now. Met her online through "How About We" when she responded to a date I posted. Took her to a concert at Highline Ballroom last night, and we got on great. She was very playful and flirty, and let me know she lives in a new hi-rise in West Chelsea about 10 minutes from the venue. In between sets she asked "Do you want to come over for dumpling after the show?" I'm clueless - I've been out of dating so long I'm never sure what to do - but I'm hoping this is like getting asked up for coffee at midnight. We get to her place later, and as we're walking through the door the conversation goes like this:
"You want dumpling?"
"Hmmm...maybe (pulling toward me to whisper in her ear)...but I know I want you."
We kiss for awhile, then she stops, smiles, and says:
"Sekkusu shiyou? Asobi sekkusu?"
I know what the first phrase is but I'm confused by the latter.
"This means?"
"Play...do you want to #### for fun."
"THAT'S IT!"
zzziiiiiiiiippppppppp...LBD drops to the floor. HFS. OK, that's not even possible...because of...ya know, gravity. Wow. They were almost surely fake - I didn't really think the ratio of tiny waist to way-more-than-a-mouthful was even possible - and I didn't care. Absolutely fantastic silky smooth skin. I seriously don't know if I've ever been with a more beautiful woman. No idea how the Offeedee scale works, but the BL scale is:
- 1-4 umm yeah no thanks
- 5-7 not bad I'd do that and hell she might even do me
- 8-10 highly unlikely AYFKM just go home and jerk off you idiot
She was definitely in the latter group, and we had an amazing time. Very nice skill set, no limits, 'twas very fun.
Anyway, will just go with the flow. I feel like Constanza in the meatpacking district club; it could all disappear tomorrow and I'll be wondering if it was real or really happen or I just dreamed it. But for one GD night, I was the master of the my iDating universe.