The Next Step

Hmmmm. What to wear to impress Pilot. Maybe a dress. Cleavage and legs would be good. While the weather was already cooling and I knew we’d be outdoors, I felt a strong need to be bold.

Before our break-up, Maestro had suggested I scan Craig’s List for couples who might be interested in playing with us—and for other men who could occupy my time on the weekends he spent with his kids. Pilot’s ad was short and sweet: “Seeking a woman to take me to a sex club. Have never been to one before.”

We’d had a pleasant exchange of e-mails. And he’d sent me a few nude photos—which had caught me off guard. It made me wonder if I was really ready for what might happen.

As I walked toward the entrance to the Mexican restaurant he’d selected, I saw him approaching me from my left—he’d been waiting in his car for me to arrive. Over six feet in height, he bent down to give me a warm hug. “So nice to meet you.” I smiled.

I didn’t get a chance to look at the menu. Seems he’d been coming to this place a lot and had a favorite entrée that he suggested we share. While I was hungry enough to eat one all by myself, I obliged.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about how you chose to become a pilot.”

He chatted non-stop every time I asked him a question. But, when I went silent, so did he. You know, those awkward pregnant pauses that make you wonder if the other person is really interested in getting to know you. So, every once in a while, I’d insert some information about myself and then he’d ask me about it. But still, the conversation seemed lopsided to me.

I hadn’t expected to work so hard to make small talk. While I’m practiced at it, I was still exhausted from my break-up with Maestro the night before.

We both departed 90 minutes later for home—after a hug and a brief kiss. I was relieved. What an excruciatingly long evening. I’d gotten used to the effort-free conversations that Maestro and I had had for hours and hours on end. Now I knew why I’d given up dating so many years ago.

The next morning when I woke up, I found an e-mail from Pilot.

Hello Randi,

I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed meeting you last night. That was one of the most interesting and enjoyable conversations I think I’ve ever had. Also there is no surprise to me why you would have a “fan club” at the clubs, you are a very attractive woman. I loved your laugh.

Hope we can get together again soon. I’m off Sat-Weds and would be up for about anything, movie, dinner or just another talk.

Hugs n nibbles
Pilot

Crap. Now what do I do? I had no idea what to say.

So, I took a nap. One of the things I love about sleep is that if lends a new perspective on life. Only, when I woke up, I didn’t feel any better about my “date” with Pilot. That’s when it dawned on me that I’d have to do something I’d never been in a position to do before—graciously say “no thank you” to a guy who was truly interested in me.

So tell me: Is learning this skill a part of the good girl—or the bad girl—talent set?

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