So I mete L last night, a 50 year old divorcee who was unusually proactive about us meeting, and how, and where. As in, when we met, she had a place picked out that was a block away from my house, she'd made the reservations, she'd researched the drinks, and during dinner she reminded me that my dog needed a walk and that she'd like to join me on this walk.
When we met, she was coming from work, so she was totally decked out in Executive Garb, with the power suit, pearls, corporate hair, etc. I on the other hand had only seen her casual, dressed-down pics so I showed up in a short-sleeve button-down and black jeans. Whoops! I even apologized but she said that's exactly how she pictured me, and it never proved to be an issue, though we probably looked like a mismatched couple. Which we totally are, but who cares. I also felt bad when she walked into the house because shit is a MESS, but she insisted it just looked "lived in" which I interpreted as "Let's do our filthy business and then I'm outta here." Ehh, no complaints here.
I'm genuinely not sure if I'll see her again. I kinda feel like I was consumed and she moved on.