[rubbishdate]

I did the only decent thing a man in my postition could do as someone in a pretty miserable relationship already, i didn't hesitate to give her my phone number. She told me she would text me after work for our date. I wiped out all of my jobs early and got home as quick as i could. My 'wife' was already home on another sick day with another of her migraines. I got showered shaved and spruced up, back later love just away to the bar. Which wasn't a lie, i headed into town hit the first bar where i wasn't known and waited for the text. The text came at about 6, she chose a bar where i was a sort of regular but that didn't matter at all.

I got there, she was outside waiting for me. Fucking hell! Her hair was tied up in a bun she was wearing designer black sleveless silk dress the ones open to the waist. Cleavage a go-go, stunning beauitiful unbelievable and i told her so. Theres me casually dressed no flowers or chocs for the lady, what a scumbag i must have looked. I told her if i had known we were going to a church meeting i would have dressed for the occasion, she was in stitches laughing uproarisly. The charm and jokes just oozed out of me. In the bar all the blokes and some women had their eyes on my date. We left the bar and she took me to a resturant where she had a table booked, i'd the steak she had sea bass. Candles soft music fancy food and napkins, sophisticated company. Christmas dinner in our house is me eating turkey off my lap and using my sleeve to wipe my chin.

She insisted on paying and we went back to her flat in a swanky part of town overlooking the river, one of those modern redevelopment yuppie pads that cost a fortune. She showed me around the flat,Massive flat screen TV balcony with an 8 inch reflecting telescope on an equatorial mount i pointed out, very good she said you know astronomy? well i used to, then shrugged my shoulders. I had to sell all of my astronomical and photographic equipment to pay for my 'wife's credit card debt. I didn't tell her that, the shrug said everything that needed saying.

'theres the kitchen where you can get snacks in the middle of the night, thats the shower and toilet and heres the bedroom' she opened the bedroom door, french windows wall mounted LCD TV books in book cases and not all over the floor and a double bed with black satin sheets, massive built in wardrobes with full length mirrors. She went to get some drinks for us and i had a nosey expecting to find some play gear in her wardrobe, but there was nothing. No kinky stuff or play clothes just designer denim casual wear and formal wear.