Having been let down in the past I was obviously sceptical about our arranged meet . She had sounded very keen and genuine on the phone but so had the others and they hadnt went well to say the least! We were to meet in a bar in town, she wasnt from the area but knew it well through business, so she said, so it just seemed easier for her to come to me. The butterflies started on the drive home from work it was excitement rather than fear as I am far from inexperienced. Driving home on a Friday is always enjoyable but tonight was on a whole different level. After a nice long shower and some last minute personal grooming (just to be sure) it was time to decide on what to wear. Do i go classy or slutty? Underwear or not? After about 20 minutes of standing in front of the mirror in various guises I opted for a figure hugging black dress, 4 1/2 inch heels and nothing else I figured i would appear classy at first but then.....The taxi was on time.
