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Day 448

She was born on Yom Kippur, and I was born

on Rosh Hashanah. Two Jews in a pod. I saw her photo on the website a bunch of times, but I couldn't decide: is she attractive? It was hard to tell from the photos; all I know is that she is boney, which can be sexy, at least to me.

So we traded some messages, and found a time to get together on the Saturday afternoon before I left town. I did my usual schtick:

Her: "Hi, are you R?"
Me: "That depends; are you L?"
Her: "Yes, I'm L...."
(I scrutinize her very carefully...)
Me: "Well, in that case, I'm R."

Yes, I am almost 60 and yes, that line still "works." She orders a cup of tea, and while I stand next to her, I take a step back to check out her ass. It was tiny, which means I could fit it in my hands comfortably.

We chat; she's nervous in the beginning, because she interrupts a lot, but as she grows more comfortable, she does more listening. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, and I ask her to kiss me, in case she climbs out the window and I never see her again. I get a gentle kiss.

Yup, I'll see her again.

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