I was 15 minutes late for my first date with Ms T. Yes, I know a man must never keep a woman waiting. Even before formal introductions, she asked me if I trusted her. I mean, girl, I just met you and we are talking about trust? Eish! Come slowly.
I have never met such a time-fussy person in my life. Ms T scoffed at my lateness excuse and I had to apologize three times before we started chatting.
Ms T is a stunning 56-year-old bundle of everything. She was dressed in a pink two-piece outfit with black detail, she looked every bit like your 22-year-old neighbour. In our previous email exchanges, I had confessed that I had an addiction to women. Well, that is what landed me an invite to Ms T's house. She promised to help me deal.