A quick glance at Black Cat’s profile. Young 40s, curvaceous and shapely, lives in Highgate, she and her and husband both with successful careers, two teenage children, has it all but doesn’t want to grow old without something more, seeking a strong discreet solvent goodlooking man to provide the magic. Other stuff about recreations and books and so on.
Replying to her, hi, I see you like cinema, is there anything at the BFI London that you might want to see? Something a bit sooner? I see you like to cycle, shall we ride round Regent’s Park together? xx. Send, click.
No reply that day. Nor the next. Wonder what that means? Some other guy got there first? Better looking than me? Younger? Maybe he came over as some sort of romantic white knight. Maybe his photo had sportscars and yachts and polo ponies in the background.
Maybe I hit false notes with my reply, reading it again, no, looks all right, if she was put off by that then that’s partly the point, I don’t want to pretend to be something I’m not.
Or maybe she’s just gone off for a few summer days with her husband and children and can’t get the opportunity to reply.
Still, you can afford lots of failures, all you’re looking for is the one success.
