We met at one of those liquor and lectures events the university put on for alumni. And while hearin
We met at one of those liquor and lectures events the university put on for alumni. And while hearing about the latest breakthroughs in material science – and getting pumped for donations – was entertaining enough, I had to confess that was there to flirt. Yes, I write these silly little stories about bimbos and dumb blonde, but in reality I want to spend my time with a charming young woman who, frankly, won’t bore me out of my mind. Katherine was getting her masters degree in public policy, serious and studious but still glowing with an aura of youth. I was working for a consulting group at the time, making too much money with not enough free time. She liked that I was older – guys her age got clingy and annoyed when she would ignore them to focus on her work. I liked how she was passionate about something and could keep up with conversation. And, I must admit, she was pretty cute too. Petite. Lithe. Fun in bed — no hangups. She was there to have a good time. And she had this habit of wearing her old gym shorts around her apartment that drove me wild. As our relationship blossomed, those typical self-protective walls started to fall and we began sharing vulnerabilities. Katherine was worried about her degree, whether it was a waste of time, whether her work ethic was just her sublimating her stress. I started to talk about my more prurient interests – those silly little stories about blonde stay-at-home wifeys. Funnily enough, she wanted to hear more. It almost became an inside joke of ours. Trading Zillow links of suburban McMansions I should buy. Bikinis that would look great on her after the boob job. Debating the exact right shade of blonde dye. During particularly stressful days she’d text about how she’d rather be sunbathing by the pool while she fried her brain on a mix of xanax and THC tincture.Of course it was all a silly fantasy. Katherine got her degree – there was no way she was actually dropping out. And I had little interest in having some trophy girlfriend — and in reality Katherine had no interest in being one, either. But trophy wife, on the other hand…Well, we both had to confess, that was a different matter. -- source link
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