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I don’t mind using my embarrassment for your amusement. As with all things in life there are the good and the bad. Yes, this is especially true with an adult dating site.

I had been messaging back and forth a couple of times with this guy. Let’s call him Jack. I didn’t meet him on Sexinyourcity but another adult dating site which shall remain nameless. Things were going well. I was looking for more of a part time lover than one night slam and bam. He was interesting, sarcastic and intelligent. Perfect for that position (and hopefully others).

I’m not big on the telephone. I really would prefer to write or meet in person rather than make awkward small talk. So we planned a date to meet for a quick drink.

We met for about 30 minutes and Jack maintained his adult dating email persona perfectly. I couldn’t wait to get into his pants. About a week later we planned a night of drinks at his house – in other words it was time to get naked.

He greeted me at the door, looking like his GQ self. He took my jacket and handed me a glass of wine. He decided to give me a tour of his place. Now here’s where things took a very bizarre turn.

We walked past all of the rooms to the one at the end of the hall. He opened the door and ushered me through. The room was empty except for a giant cage in the corner, dog bowls and a few grooming brushes on the wall.

Shit’s getting freaky. “That must be some huge dog you have.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

I looked at Jack crossing my fingers for a smile. Nope nothing. Instead I got an eyebrow raise.

You have to be kidding me.

The next 10 minutes were spent with Jack extolling the virtues of BDSM. I downed my wine. I am up for a lot of things. And I mean a lot. But slurping water from a dog bowl while being called Fido was not one of them. At least not tonight.

Hey, freakier the better. But not once in our emails or meeting did he mention this personal fetish of his. And why is he springing this on me now? If you can’t be honest on an adult dating site about your sexual proclivities then you shouldn’t be on one.

Oh yah, and if you did fail to mention it on the adult site, keep the kink hidden until your date has had time to finish at least one glass of wine.

Sexinyourcity First Adult Date

Ok. I am veering off the path of ‘how to’ adult dating articles and leaning into something a little more personal. I’ve experienced adult dating moments both good and bad. There is one that sticks in my mind to this day.

If there was a king of adult dating. A Don Juan of the adult dating world. Someone who knew the ins and outs and could have me eating out of the palm of their hand. Well, I had the chance to meet him.

It was my first meeting with someone from Sexinyourcity the adult dating site. I had been perusing the site for awhile with a few interesting prospects. But I hadn’t taken a leap further than a little chatting on bored, wine induced Sunday nights.

Enter Steve. I had chatted with him a bit before. He had asked me to meet but I wasn’t that comfortable yet. Horny yes. But comfortable no.

One particular night he logged on, quickly asked about grabbing a drink or going for a walk. I hesitated. His response was pretty much, “Alright. It’s been cool getting to know you but I’m more looking for someone that is up for actually meeting in person.”

Hmmm…interesting. Did he just passive aggressively dare me?

“Public place. Martini’s. Your call where. I promise I won’t let you seduce me.”

He’s getting more interesting. Definitely a dare. Plus, my wine was worryingly low.

Now or never. The lounge and time were decided. A quick, “I’ll be in a red dress.”

We met at the lounge. As per my usual style I was there earlier. I really didn’t want to be the one walking in blind, trying to find my adult date set up. I would rather sit back and watch as someone else awkwardly looked around.

Names were exchanged. Nice adult dating specimen, I thought. He sat down across from me, leaned back and ordered a drink. Conversation was surprisingly easy. Though, that could very well have been the wine earlier.

Now for a good 20 minutes he made absolutely no sexual overtones. I can not stress how important that was. Nor did he touch me in anyway for about 15 minutes. Again, very important. The touching started slowly. A hand on the arm to make a point. Then on the knee. Then higher up on the thigh when we laughed at something.

A man and woman with a little lubrication of the alcohol sort will always fall back on talking about sex. This just happens. Of course it’s going to happen with adult dating people. Steve knew this. But instead of lunging at me like a Chihuahua in heat he let me become comfortable. There was no smell of desperation in the air as there can often be with adult dating guys. So instead of busying myself fending him off I could focus on how badly I want his good parts in my mouth.

Right. Have to keep this PG-13.
We could barely wait to leave. Frantic walk back to his place which was constantly interrupted by hands and mouths. His apartment door finally slammed behind us. And that was it.

Crazy, wild, jackrabbit – that was it.

And the moral of this adult dating story was…?