The necessities...

First thing was first. You made your way to a local Mercedes Benz dealership. You of course needed some transportation. You knew what you wanted before you even opened the door. A Mercedes Benz S-Class. You wanted luxury. You wanted horsepower. A Mercedes was always a car you had wanted since you'd ridden in one almost twenty years ago, and you'd kept up with what they'd been creating ever since. The S-Class was your dream car. Shortly after you were driving out with a 2023 Mercedes Benz S-Class. The entire process was surreal. Initially the salesman seemed a bit suspicious that you could afford it, but once you proved you had the funds their demeaner changed. They happily got you set up and signed your car over to you, and you felt slightly glad that you'd been able to make someone happy with a nice commission for the sale.

Next you drove to a clothing store the hotel had recommended. Again they seemed pretty leery you were supposed to be there, but once you bought some items they seemed more than happy to get you set up for any occasion. You mostly bought day to day clothes, but you were certainly set up to look well dressed from now on, as well as a really nice wallet that cost more then every wallet you'd bought previously combined...and then some. They also had a nice selection of watches. Watches had always been something you enjoyed. You bought a Tag Heuer Carrera. It certainly wasn't a hundred thousand dollar watch, but spending over twenty five grand on a watch made you feel a bit guilty. That said, you knew you were going to be buying others as a bit of a guilty pleasure, and once you strapped it onto your wrist all the guilt vanished and you had to really focus on not laughing like a schoolgirl from the excitement.

Next you went to a cell phone store and got yourself the latest iPhone. They transferred all your stuff to the new phone for you, and you were impressed how easy the process was. Sitting in your car exploring your new phone you suddenly received a text from Marie. She asked what your plans were for the night, which you told her you were just exploring the city a little with no plans to speak of. Almost immediately she asked if you wanted to grab dinner with her so she could show you some more information about the house, and some other houses. Just the two of you since her husband was out of town for work. You replied that it sounded like a great idea, and you were open to any place she recommended. Marie sent you the address of a rather fancy looking restaurant and told you to meet her there at six in the evening.

You happily agreed, and asked how you'd know who she was other than calling out for a "Marie" at the restaurant. She quickly sent you a selfie of herself. You already found her voice attractive in the previous phone call with her, but the selfie she sent you immediately made your cock erect. She was clearly at the gym posing in front of a mirror. You knew she was thirty five, but she looked mid to late twenties at most. Her hair was dark brown and in a bun. She had dark brown eyes, and you could just make out some freckles across her cheeks and nose. She looked like she was clearly of Italian decent if you had to guess based on some of the other Italian women you'd seen in movies. She was very beautiful, had large tits with a good view of her cleavage, wide hips, and a well toned body. She clearly wasn't at the gym just to hang out, as her well toned body made you very jealous of her husband. You replied she was very beautiful and you sent her a picture of yourself back so she'd know what you looked like, making sure to get as much of the interior of the car in the picture as you could. If you didn't impress her then at least maybe the car would.

You weren't ugly or fat by any means, but you also didn't go to the gym very often. You were lucky your genes gave you a high metabolism or else you'd be in trouble you realized. You resolved yourself to getting a home gym as you had no reason to not work out now. She replied back with "Very Handsome" and then followed that up with "Nice Car". You were happy to see your plan was successful and you chuckled to yourself with a huge grin on your face. You told her you'd just got it actually. She then asked since she was just going to Uber to the restaurant if maybe you could pick her up instead. You replied you'd be happy to, and she sent you a smiley face emoji followed by the address to pick her up at. You said you looked forward to tonight and you'd see her soon. She replied similarly and you realized you needed to pick up some self care supplies. Namely you needed a good shave and a haircut.

Heading to a barber shop that was highly rated on Google you got yourself a haircut and a shave. You also bought some nice cologne from the shop, and some personal grooming products they recommended, which included a very nice safety razor shaving kit. The ritual of shaving with such a kit was something you always found soothing. Heading back to the hotel you relaxed a little bit before showering and getting ready to go pick up Marie. You picked out a nice formal set of clothes and stood in front of the mirror admiring the fit and look. It hit you suddenly that you were having fun. Not just because of the shopping, but you finally felt...free, and that thought made you smile. You knew this wasn't technically a date, but it felt like it, and for the last few months even the thought of such a thing was almost painful to you. You'd finally let your Ex go. The thought of moving on with your life didn't hurt anymore, which was a pleasant realization.

At least it was pleasant until your brain started fucking with you. You suddenly had the intrusive thought that Marie was clearly only interested in you for the sale of a house. If your Ex didn't want you anymore then clearly this goddess wouldn't want you either. In fact, it seemed likely that women from now on would only want you for your money. Clearly you wouldn't be worth anything without your money, so therefore you should just enjoy short and sweet relationships while preparing to get dumped at some point when they grow bored of the relationship. You feel too old to really find another person willing to commit to something long term. Those days were done it felt like. At least not without lowering your standards significantly. Shaking your head you realize maybe your Ex did a bit more damage then you expected, but that was maybe something to explore with a therapist when things settled down.

Feeling ready as you'll ever be you started the drive to pick up Marie.