Brunch is a good time to meet a prospective SB.
It’s the sort of date which can be cup-of-coffee brief, or, if the convo is flowing and the attraction is there, can easily become a leisurely, playful, lunch.
Of the three prospective SBs, one, Nina, was keen and eager to meet. The other two were irritating me by coming back with timings that were awkward, until I got to the point of thinking, sod it, it’s you who’s meant to be chasing me….
So, Tuesday morning at 11 saw me at one of my favourite places, The Wolseley on Piccadilly, waiting for Nina.
What did I know about her? Well, quite a lot already, she was 26 and in her first job as a lawyer for a mid-sized firm in central London, she’d been to a good uni and although originally from the West Indies, had been to an independent school in the UK.
Apparently her father was some kind of diplomat and the family had lived in London for years.
Her photos were not very clear, which is usually a bad sign, but from the tone of her messages she was obviously well-educated and I thought that it was worth meeting to see if we ‘clicked’.
I got there 10 minutes early and secured a good table with a view of the main doors, I took some time to absorb the others nearby, to my right a couple of suited Americans, who from their convo were obviously bankers. Several Spanish tourists chatted loudly and incessantly on another table to my left. So, a perfect table where we could talk discretely.
Bang on 11, I saw a tall, very elegant black woman come through the doors and walk confidently up to the guy at the reception. I could see she was being pointed to my table. I was immediately captivated by her walk, her figure and her appearance – a smart dark grey business suit, Mulberry handbag, cream blouse and a short bob.
“Nina?” I needn’t have said, but did, she smiled, I smiled. We kissed a greeting and I invited her to sit and offered her a drink. Good start.
“Yes, lovely to meet you”
The convo was flowing fast quite soon.
We talked about previous arrangements, she’d had two and really enjoyed them, her last was three months ago. We talked about shared interests, we soon settled on music; she played the violin, triathlons and cocktails!
Plenty to be going on with.
The more we chatted, the more interested I became and, I have to admit, aroused.
She was truly gorgeous, slim, yet curvy, full breasts and beautifully turned out, most of all, witty and intelligent.
She found she couldn’t date guys her own age, most bored her, those that didn’t were simply not up to looking after a lady properly. She enjoyed lots about older guys, but particularly the fact that this woman sometimes needed a man in her life who ‘took control’….
In that coded, flirtatious way, we were skirting around why a successful, intelligent woman was seeking a man who could be allowed to dominate certain areas of her life.
Time whizzed by and before long we decided to transform a coffee into brunch.
By 12.45 we had arranged a first date for next week, fixed a monthly allowance and I told her to go away and let me know if she was happy with everything. She said she didn’t need to and the answer was a definite yes.
So we left, I hailed her a cab and we kissed, said our goodbyes and parted.
I walked up Piccadilly towards the tube with a delicious feeling of excitement, I’d found a new Sugarbabe.