Meeting WrySmile

September 17, 2017 Sunday

from: Sassy
to: WrySmile 
date: Sun, Sep 17, 2017 at 9:13 AM
subject: Meet

Good morning hot stuff!

2 pm at Tosci’s works! If I get out of brunch earlier should I ping you or should we plan on 2 pm?

Are you nervous? Excited?

Mmm… your stories are sexy and sensual! I can see myself in most of the moments. Tingling. Do you really drink bourbon? I’m so happy for another way to know you. Thank you for sharing!

Much more later!



from: WrySmile 
to: Sassy
date: Sun, Sep 17, 2017 at 10:25 AM
subject: Re: Meet

2:00 it is!

Bourbon? Sometimes


Report #1

Meeting WrySmile @ Toscanini’s

I had a lovely leisurely Sunday morning – got up late and had time to shower and dress and catch up on my Facebook reading!  
My older sister and her beau took me out for a belated birthday brunch. I was home for about an hour, then headed out to meet a new guy! 
He had chosen to meet at Toscanini’s Ice Cream in Central Square in Cambridge.  Such an original idea! Much better than coffee or a bar, where I can’t partake of the central beverages offered.  Hubby dropped me off a block away, and I walked in right at 2 pm. 
The new guy was sitting at a high table on a stool facing the door.  He smiled beautifully when I arrived. My first thought was “what a lovely smile!”  My second thought was, “Wow… his online photo must be at least 10 years old!” In the photo he is robust-looking with reddish-brown hair and beard.  This man is frail, with completely gray hair and beard.  I can’t find a photo that looks much like him but David Bradley of Harry Potter’s Mr. Filch fame can give you some idea. 

David Bradley, actor

I noticed a cane folded on the table, and he was rather unsteady when he rose to give me a hug.  He had on a typical blue polo shirt with an open collar and worn blue jeans with expensive running shoes. I had on blue gauze pants and a blue t-shirt with red, white and blue designs at the top – casual and comfortable for a warm, late summer day.  

I waited for the line to wane, and got up to get an iced chai. I was still full from brunch so I passed up the ice cream.  He requested a decaf cappuccino and said he should pay but I waved him off. 
We talked for two hours.  He told me one story after another – he is a wonderful storyteller!  He made me laugh. He said it was such a treat to have someone he could talk with about Ashley Madison and sex and whatever came into his mind.  I told him a little about the (sadly extinct) IRC chat room and how I saw that reaction over and over when new people found it. He told me how he met his wife at a party in grad school and I told him how I met Hubby online.
He was very upfront about his health.  It’s a mess. He has ALS, depression, ADHD, and ED.  Oh my. His legs are weak but he can still walk with the cane.  The depression is controlled with medication. He has success with viagra when he masturbates.  He is able to work.  He said he has a marvelous boss. I told him mine is not and I am envious!  
A woman went by with an odd phrase on her t-shirt and I wondered aloud as to what it might mean.  He got up, tapped her on the shoulder and asked! That is bold! He said he talks to strangers a lot.  He asked me why I don’t. It made me feel like such a New Englander! And it made me know how lonely he is.  Or how outgoing? Or some combination. 
The shop got quite crowded, so he suggested a change of venue.  We went for a walk to a gorgeous park a few blocks away, and sat in the shade on a wooden bench. I sat on one end and he sat next to me at arms-length.  I asked about any traveling he’s done, and he told me of several “failed trips” because he travels alone and can’t walk far and gets sad. It occurred to me that his wife has given up on him. 
When it got to his announced time to leave, I mentioned it.  He talked a little more and then rose. I got up and he offered me his arms.  We had a nice hug and a single kiss. He felt small and fragile in my arms. I fear I’d squish him!  Not a pleasant moment. Made me sad. 
I asked if I could walk him to the T.  He took me on a stroll through an area where he used to live and we ran into a couple of his old neighbors.  It was awkward but they were so pleasant to him, made me know he’s a good guy. He showed me lots of interesting buildings and told me stories.  It was marvelous!  We finally walked back to the T stop.  He gave me another quick hug at the entrance and we parted ways. 
I took a Lyft home and pondered this meet and what I want.  I could easily keep talking with him. I could probably cuddle and have vanilla sex with him.  I don’t see myself being able to satisfy his urge for regular anal sex. And I don’t think we are compatible physically.  I mostly feel sorry for him and have to fight my urge to help him. I am interested in how his life goes, but sadly, the last thing I need is another disabled, depressed man to support emotionally without sex!  I am sad… for him and for me. I wonder what he will want to do next.  *sigh

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