Blind date part 1

“Oh. It’s quite literally a blind date…” The two of you chuckle. “My name is John.”, says the man and sticks out his hand. “Emily.”, says Emily and shakes his hand.

“You have soft hands, Emily.”, John pauses for a second “I hope that didn’t come off too creepy. I just can’t really go off of looks.”

“No, it’s nice. I don’t think anyone has ever complimented my hands before. - At least not in this context.”

Emily sits down in the dining booth of the corner restaurant they met up in. “Naughty you.”, says john with a grin before sitting down as well.

“So what do you do? Workwise I mean. Do you work?” Emily tries not to make a blunder. John is casual about it and explains he used to do physical therapy before he lost most of his eyesight in a car accident. “And now I’m an author.”, John concludes his summarised life story. “Are you joking?” Emily is not sure whether John is trying to pull her leg. “No, well, I most of my income comes from massages, but I aspire to be a writer. Besides, ‘I’m an author’ sounds better in my opinion than ‘I’m a masseur.’”

“If you say so.”, Emily raises an eyebrow, “But a masseur sounds quite tempting to me.” “What about you? What do you do for a living?”, asks John and takes a sip from his coffee mug. “I’m working on my bacherlor in biology and I do modelling jobs from time to time.” “Ouuh, a real shame I can’t see you then.”, John smiles but Emily avails his gaze, even though fully realising John’s gaze leads nowhere. Emily is hesitant to explain that the modelling jobs in question are consisting of an only semi-successful OnlyFans account and some posing for the arts department on campus.

They continue to talk about their hobbies and shared interests and genuinely enjoying their time. In the end, they agree to meet again at the promenades by the beach.

Emily a has a lump in her throat as they hug goodbye. On the way home she thinks about John a little. About if she should’ve been up front about her ‘modelling’ or whether that was even important at all.

When she got to her shared flat she drops on the couch and texts her friends about her date, before telling her roommate as well once she got home too.

They ate dinner after quickly hurling up a pasta dish, before each one returns to their own business.

The girls live in a two-room-apartment: The living room with a kitchen and a bedroom. Of course they also have bathroom and very ring that come with it.

Emily gets back on the couch in the living room while her roommate, Elizabeth, retires to the bedroom early.

Looking through her contacts, she decides to text John.

“Hey John, I really had fun with you today.”

“Me too.”, replied John after a couple of seconds.

“Hey I have weird question: If I were to accidentally send you nudes, would anybody know?”

John takes a minute to respond.

“You know what? I don’t know. I have my phone read my messages and describe pictures I receive. But the AI is always a bit wacky.”

Emily looks over her shoulder to the bedroom door. Still closed. She quickly lifts her shirt up and sends a picture of her bra clad cleavage.

“What a weird coincidence. My phone just said ‘photo received: there is a woman lifting her shirt’ ;)”

Another quickly look over her shoulder and Emily undoes her bra and takes it off together with her shirt. She takes a selfie trying to pose a little before realising how fruitless her efforts would be. She hits send and puts her shirt back on.

“‘Photo received: error’ - I what did you do you broke my phone!”, comes from John quickly followed by a laughing emoji.

“I think it’s your turn ;)”, Emily is a bit nervous but hits ‘send’ anyway.

What she the received was the picture of a 5ft rod with a big round head protruding Johns pants. It was his cane he held by his fly.

“I’m not normally one to send stick-pics after the first date, but I’ll make an exception for you ;)”

“Damn I’ve never seen one this big :0”, Emily jokes and chuckles a bit.