I date Robert, a wealthy, established CEO.

"Okay, now don't screw this one up," says April.

"Hey! I didn't screw up the last one," you say. "He was just an A-hole."

You enter the restaurant together. You are wearing a flirty, flaring High-Low burgundy dress, high in front to showcase your awesome legs, and low in back, with a straight-across, off-the-shoulder neckline that highlights your shoulders and elegant neckline.

"Yeah, well, men at this level need to be driven and supremely self confident."

"You're saying they're all arrogant a-holes?"

April shrugged. "Okay, yes. That's true. Anyway, there he is, go introduce yourself."

Robert is sitting by himself at a table. He's a larger man with a beard and a satisfied, family man feeling about him. Clearly used to the finer things in life, you get the sense that he comes from a hard-scrabble upbringing.

"Hey handsome," you say, again coached by April. "Is this chair taken? Would you like some company for the evening?"

"Oh!" he says, in an interested way, immediately getting up. "And it is a pleasure to meet you...?"

"Jennifer," you say. He reaches out to shake hands but you pooh-pooh that and instead pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek. His beard tickles your skin which is surprisingly pleasant. He smells of cigars.

"Jennifer," Robert says. "Such a pleasure to meet you. Here, let me," he holds a chair out and helps you sit down. You feel safe and taken care of.

The dinner goes amazingly well. You shamelessly flirt with him, taking every opportunity to touch him and stroke him. You laugh at his jokes and are super interested in everything he has to say about his business (something to do with smart building controls) and its future. You see April across the room giving you encouraging looks, and you know that you're nailing it.

And he is honestly interesting. He's been everywhere and done everything, and you think how much you could learn about the world from being with him.

At dessert you have shamelessly slipped off your high heel underneath the table and you are running a stocking-clad toe up his leg. He looks you in the eyes and smiles.

"Let me," he says, taking your fork away and snagging a piece of the passion-fruit torte which he takes a small bite of before feeding the rest to you.

Something about the act of being fed by this man is so intimate, so loving, so helplessly romantic, that it just gets your motor running overtime.

And then it hits you: This is exactly like the dream you had! The dream which morphed into this man, your date, becoming your husband, with you underneath him being fucked like a woman as he lays on top of you, kissing you hard. And the image is SO overwhelming, that your eyes dilate and your nostrils flare.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

"Oh..." you say, with a throaty reply. "Everything is *definitely* okay."

"I like you too," he says, chuckling. "You're smart, you're beautiful, and you're not afraid of your sexuality and your femininity."

"Definitely not," you smile.

"Which is exactly what I want in a companion. Shall we talk next steps?"

"Yes, please," you sigh, hoping he'll be taking you home tonight.

"Excellent. As much as I'd like to take you home and fuck your brains out tonight..."

Your eyes go wide. He's clearly delighted at your eagerness.

"... unfortunately, I promised my two daughters that you would meet the family first before we get involved. Now, I think it would be best if you were 100% a woman in all ways," he pauses to make sure you understand his meaning, "before that meeting. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," you repeat. "I understand."

You understand that this means you will need to have all of your surgeries complete before you can meet with him again. But still, he wants to take you to meet his family, which is success!!

"Excellent. Jennifer, I want to thank you for the most enjoyable evening I have had in a very, very long time."

He pulls you into a big, bear hug and plants his mouth on yours and you feel enclosed and enwrapped by his big arms and you open your mouth and the two of you are kissing like horny teenagers, and this lasts for an amazingly long time, the two of you, right in the middle of the restaurant, with your kiss just going on and on and on.