She invited me out for a date on Friday evening
at 6 pm. I named the placed, an "adult" place that I've been frequented for over 20 years, and where I've had some good (and mediocre) luck with women.
I walked in at 6 and she wasn't at the bar. I did run into a former colleague and I told her I was there for a date. We chatted, and 5, 10, 15 minutes goes by, and date doesn't show.....
Finally I look at my phone and there's a message: "I'm tucked into a booth in the back; come find me!" I hurry to the back and there she's sitting there. We spot one another, laugh and greet each other with a hug.
I sit down and she has this wild tangle of black and grey hair, even though she's 10 years younger than me. She's wear a black blouse, and there's a long cutout between her breasts, where a necklace hangs.
So we chat, sip some wine, she touches my shoulder, I tap her hand. Hours pass....
As we're walking to the subway, she mentions she's a fan of Key and Peele.... I stop her and say, "kiss me!" and we're necking in the middle of Greenwich Village as people walk by.