The Old Dude

So this guy was yet another brilliant CL find. Lovely older gentleman, divorced with a teenager daughter. At first, and don't judge me, I was thinking that he would make quite the Sugar Daddy..Life in NY is expensive, but after meeting him and getting to know him over dinner I quickly realized that I could never be that girl and he certainly wasn't looking for any type of "arrangement".

We went to a lovely french spot called fluer du Sel after meeting up for a few drinks at Tabla. I took a cab over but the cab didnt accept credit cards and I didnt have any cash on me. I didnt know what to do so I proceeded to try and convince the driver to turn on his meter again. Apparently if you take too long to swipe your card, it shuts down..Such BS..Anyway, I was sitting in the parked cab across the street from Tabla for about 10 minutes when The old dude called me. I was a little embarassed to let him know what was going on, but he said don't worry about it and quickly came to my rescuse.

The significance in age was nothing to be ignored and I noticed that people were probably wondering what this young girl was doing with this older man. But It didn't bother me and he didn't seem to notice either. He was a perfect gentleman and dressed nicely too. We chatted about our family, and work, etc. He was a lawyer for 30 years..longer than I've been alive, but whatever, and now he works as a CEO at some publishing company which he says is much more fullfilling than being an attorney. He seemed fascinated, like most men are, with what I do for a living and asked the typical questions like " Are all male models gay?" yada yada yada. Of course not, and I quickly gave him a very realistic view of the industry.

Dinner was fabulous and the restaurant was lovely. We shared some wine, and had a few laughs and he told me that he wants to go out with me again. We left the restaurant and was greeted by a huge gust of super cold wind that nearly knocked me over. It was effing freezing outside. We walked to the next corner and we got a cab together. I was planning to go home and I had no intention of inviting him in. He put his hand on my knee which was a bit uncomfortable but I figured it could be worse. He could be trying to make out with me, and I'll have to run as fast as I could. We stopped at my street and we BOTH exited the car. I'm thinking, OMG, he really thinks he going home with me so I said " thank you, I had a great time. Have a good night."

Poor guy, I left him there on the street to find another cab. He shouldnt have been so presumptuous and should have stayed in the cab and gone home.

He emailed me the next day asking for another date. I said sure, but never followed up..oops

Wardrobe: Black leather pencil skirt, silk blouse, black tights, black high heel booties, and black cape with 3/4 length sleeves