Ask about online dating

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We are breathing hard and chugging water between rounds when I ask, “How is the dating profile working out so far? Is it live yet?”

“It is. I got some um... interesting responses so far.”

“Ooo! Tell me about it.”

“Ha, well... I haven’t responded to anyone just yet.” she gets her phone and pulls up the dating app.

“There is this guy... His opening line asks if I will send nude photos so he knows what he is wanking to.”

“How many have you sent?”

“None! You know I’m not that kind of gal.”

“I see. How many have you taken?”

She doesn’t dignify the question with an answer. Something about the way she pretends not to hear me as she scrolls down her phone makes me wonder. “This other gentleman promises to make me permanently bowlegged.”

“What a charmer!” I tease.

“Here’s an eighteen year old that is begging for a mature woman like me taking his virginity.”

“Well, you’ve got to do that—just to check ‘Taking a V-card’ off of the bucket list.”

“That one is already checked.”

“Really?” I ask with a surprised smile.

“My ex-husband’s.”

“Ah. I was hoping for a more sordid story.”

“Well, we weren’t married, so my parents found it sordid. Let’s see...” She flips to the next message. “Then there is this guy... he asks me in no less than three unreplied messages if I am currently fertile. What is that about?”

I shrug. “Could be a lot of things, really. So which of these fine bachelors are you going to respond to?”

“Ew! None of them, thank you.”

"Wow, you are such a stick in the mud."

Mindy shoots me a tired look. “I think these men are harmless, but these people live around here and are looking at my profile—at pictures of me—when they write these things. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“They sound harmless to me. People are more forward about revealing kinks than they used to be, but these guys are clumsy about it. Let’s flip it around, what kind of guy are you looking for?”

Her mouth twists as she tries to answer. “Heh... aaahhh, you know. A decent guy. Somewhat put together and attractive, around my age...”

“That is pretty broad. Is there anything specific you would like? If this was a Build-a-Bear for dream men, what would you pick out of the bin first?”

“Oh dear... heh, maybe someone... maybe slightly younger, or at least with youthful energy. Funny and fit wouldn’t hurt. And, I guess someone that gets me out more and doesn’t mind where I’m at... physically. Perfect teeth? I’m a sucker for nice arms...” She looks away to hide her embarrassment.

I don’t think she is trying to describe me, but I can arguably fit that description. The kind of fun we have had together appears to be front of mind for her.

“What else? Hair? Eye color? Skin tone?”

“I kinda like... man buns—ahhh, for hair styles I mean. Uh... Maybe someone smart-looking who wears reading glasses. That would be se... um... nice.” Her voice gets less confident by the second.

“WHOA, young dudes in bifocals? HAWT.” I don’t fit that description, so, no, she is not coyly hinting at something.

“Hey, don’t make fun! You asked.” She braces her arms across her chest and shrinks with discomfort.

Mindy’s insecurity is so adorable... and so ****. A manipulative person could exploit that...

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