So I was working at a bank and had been crushing on one of my regular customers. We spoke (and flirted) often since he visited my branch almost daily to handle his company’s deposits. [He was fine…..what can I say?] A couple of months passed and I landed a new job at a large firm paying way more than my BS bank teller salary [hallelujah!]. I, of course, informed my crush that I would be bidding the bank farewell in less than 2 weeks and, as I had hoped, he asked for my number. Because both of our schedules were so busy – me starting a new job and also…
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Fresh Out
So I was invited to dinner at a restaurant in the city by a guy that I recently met. Once inside, it seemed a little too ratchet [neither one of us had actually been to this place before] and my date quickly suggested that we walk around the area to find a different restaurant. There were a number of restaurants on the same block, so it didn’t take us long to find a better spot and get seated. We seemed to really be hitting it off when, out of nowhere, he decided to have a confession hour of sorts. He revealed that he hadn’t had sex in over a year and that his divorce was…
