I was still living at home so the after date perks were off limits. Most of the time. I matched IvGotThatVChicksLike, early on in my tinder career. He didn't flirt straight away. He got my number and we started texting.
He lived a good 45 mins away, was 34 and a PE teacher. We exchanged a few pics. Nothing too saucy. He was hot, I mean strong jaw, chiseled even. His body was unreal, he clearly worked hard at it. He even had that 'V' shape, you know the one. I'd bagged myself a hottie. Way above my league. Yankee said "I was punching well above your weight. Must be the tits." Not the fact that I'm a nice person, intelligent. Etc hahha.
With him living a bit far away. We decided to go on a date in manchester. He wanted a drink but didn't fancy getting a train. So he said he'd probably stay in a hotel. Feeling a bit brazen I said I could split it with him, if he wanted.
So he sent me the details I said I'd show him a nice part of town for a few drinks. He had mentioned he was in to old school hip hop and I knew a few places.
So date day came and he text me when he had checked in. We had arranged to meet at the hotel so I could drop off my bag. I drove to the hotel and he text me to let me know the room number. However, I first needed to give the desk my reg.
The lady at the desk asked if she could help.
"Hi my friends already checked into room *** I just need to give you my reg."
She smiled.
"No problem I'll put you on now. What name is the room under?"
SHIT!! I didn't know his surname. How embarrassing. I panicked.
"Oh erm I'm not sure who's it's under."
She smiled again. Why was she so smiley. Clearly she was thinking I was some kind of hooker.
"It's ok. I'll just put it on"
"Thanks." I said.
"It's on the 4th floor, the lift is out of order at the moment. Would you like a hand with your bags miss?"
She was judging me. She definitely thought I was a prostitute.
"No thanks. I'll manage." I said.
Top tips girls and guys when you're meeting a date in a hotel get their surname!
I climbed the stairs trying to calm down after the run in with the receptionists. I was nervous the 4 million stairs didn't help. I was lugging the heaviest bag in the world, warm and red faced from embarassment. I walked up to the door. Took a deep breath checked I hadn't sweated my make up off and knocked.
He answered with a towel loosely hanging from his hips. I just about stopped my jaw from hitting the floor. He really was hot.
I managed to retain my cheeky wit. Making sure he saw me look him up and down.
"Hi. Is that what you're wearing? You'll get a lot of attention."
He laughed. Leaned over to take my bag, kissed me on the cheek and whispered "hi" a gent as well.
This was going well already.
To be continued.
Much love.
Just.your.average.girl15
Xxx
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