Taboo personal dating
After I signed up, I took a closer look at the site, and discovered to my shock that this wasn't a dating service, but a meat market. Luke Warm Mama: I had my moments, but I've been a good girl since then.
The ads were pretty much written by people looking for sex. After all, I'm chatting with you, and this is getting me hot. Young Fungi: It will get a little bigger, especially when it gets near you.
The ad was listed in a region a bit south of us, and if I didn't recognize the picture I wouldn't have known it was my mother because the photo wasn't real clear, she had sunglasses on, and it was from a few years ago to boot. Luke Warm Mama was the name she had chosen, and in the ad she said that she was a divorced white woman, 48 years of age, and was 5'5" and 135 pounds. Trying to imagine what a 19 year old guy looks like naked. There was a delay, and after I sent a message asking whether she got the photos, she came back.
She had fudged a little bit with that, taking 4 years off of her age and maybe deducting 10 pounds or so, but I figured that was probably par for the course with something like this site. She had checked the "18-25 male" for the age box, and had checked "any" for race and physical characteristics. Luke Warm Mama: Maybe my panties are already off :) Young Fungi: Naughty. Luke Warm Mama: Did you get those pictures from the Internet?
I am VERY open minded and never liked to use the word 'no'." "Mom," I said softly to the picture on the computer screen.
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I was curious, but not that curious, so I forgot about it. Within an hour I signed up for the stupid dating service. The one I was attached to for way too long wasn't anything like yours.
Unlike my mother, I used a credit card to pay for it, didn't give my real address and started up a new e-mail account just for this. Even before him, the only one I've had near as big as yours wasn't white. You must have been a wild one when you were my age.
If I hadn't gone home when I did that day, I wouldn't have been the one to grab the mail from the box, and when I did - well, let's just say that I'm a curious guy.
So when I saw a letter addressed to my mother with a return address from some outfit called "What's Love Got to Do with It", that curious nature of mine took over. The very first part of this story appeared at this site by accident a little while ago when I mistakenly submitted it, so if the initial few paragraphs sound familiar that's the reason.