late night exchange

[Liplovinman]

Steven watched the doorway, intent on settling his nerves. It had been almost 7 weeks that he had been chatting with his date this evening - they had spoken over the phone, traded photos and fooled around vitually. Now he would meet her face to face, if she really intended to keep their date.
Steven had just turned 50, and his companion for the evening was almost 20 years younger. He had worried from the beginning that she might turn and run when it came to meeting one on one. Instead, she had suggested the meeting, calming the nerves somewhat for him.
He sipped his single malt and looked at his phone, scanning the time and any potential missed messages. He would be patient, nursing his scotch as the minutes ticked by...
The bar was quiet, few others around. He kept his eyes from scanning the bar familiars, they had an eye on him from the moment he entered. If this had been the Cheers bar, it might have been renamed Jeers.
Steven had dressed casually for their meeting, a soft grey cashmere over a dark grey button down with silk black slacks. He felt the eyes of the bar releasing from him as a the door opened...

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

On and off all the way here I kept changing my mind,. Should I go ahead and meet him or should I just turn around and go back home to my lonely life with my computer?

We have talked on the phone and I like his voice. Would he be anything like that sexy voice? He toldd me he was fifty. I told him I was 32 and had been married but was childless and divorced.

That was a lie. Im actually 39 and have never been married and had three kids by three different men, all given up for adoption.

Tonight before I left I asgasin looked at his picture and had it in my mind, wondering if thast was thre real steven. The pic I sent him was my college roommate, a pretty lady who I thought would attract him, but when I entered and looked around the bar, there he was.

Steven looked justy like his picture. I bit my lip and walked over to his table and told him I was Joyce,. He looked at me and knew immediately that I wasnt the woman in the picture and was older than 32.

But what choice did he have? we could meet and have a drink together and get acquainted, or he could just get up and leave in which case I could get picked up by some guy and have a one night stand, which i would anyway if I werent meeting a guy I had encountered in that dating site on the web.

Either way, I had nothing to lose. I didnt have anything left to lose. My virginity, my pride and my dignity were all long since in the toilet.

 

[Liplovinman]

The realization was slow and daunting - Joyce was not who she represented - he had no idea if her name was even hers. She had seemed anxious and hesistant on her way to the table, he had actually thought she might be a regular who mustered the courage to approach him.
He didn't know how to react, so he took the only step he thought was appropriate...
"Hi joyce, I'm James". He let the comment linger - hoping that if she needed to adapt to the situation, it could take place less painfully.

 

[Joycelet]

Joycelet

James? He had told me his name was Ste en or was it Stephen?

Maybe he too was playing it carefully, not wanting to embarass or endanger himself. We are all so vulnerable to public exposure of ourselves.

He shook my hand and let me sit and asked me what I might like to drink.I asked for white wine, perhaps chardonney.

He seemed nice enough as we started to banter and get acquainted. It was no different than being picked up by a stranger. At least on the internet, the sex is thorouhly safe, whereas with a stranger or meeting in person we were both taking a chance.

I was willing. Was he?