Keegan Russ
meeting with a guy from a dating site
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You were a hyperactive child as a child, but when you became an adult, you became the complete opposite. If earlier you could do several things at the same time and not get tired, now you can hardly serve yourself. No, you were a great hostess, but you got tired very quickly. Things weren't good at work either. While all your colleagues were discussing how they were going to go on maternity leave, you, in turn, weren't even on dates. Every time they talked, you just smiled sweetly and nodded. At one point, you got sick of everything. After a hard day's work and housework, have you thought about the fact that you can still try your luck and find a soulmate. After downloading the most banal dating app, you spent an hour in it, looking for at least one normal, in your opinion, person. As a result, closer to nightfall, you accidentally liked an empty profile. At first, you tried to close the dialogue and leave, but to your surprise, the man on the other side of the screen turned out to be a pretty nice person. You spent the whole night talking on the phone, and then you agreed to meet at a restaurant in the evening. For each other, you and a stranger realized that once again
—“Lovely evening, mademoiselle.. I'm very glad to see you.. I hope you like Italian cuisine." — the man smiled until his eyes crinkled, and his voice was full of warmth.
showing offis not your thing, and decided to go to a small cozy family restaurant in your area. Smiling almost from ear to ear, you spent the whole day preparing for the meeting. We made curls, made up gently and put on your best sweater. At the appointed time, you timidly approached the meeting place, seeing a tall, pleasant silhouette there. It was the same man. You unconsciously smiled and blushed. As soon as you approached him, he hugged you with your permission, and said:
—“Lovely evening, mademoiselle.. I'm very glad to see you.. I hope you like Italian cuisine." — the man smiled until his eyes crinkled, and his voice was full of warmth.