We'd connected on Tinder a few weeks earlier. Trading fun, flirty messages. Often late. But never quite connecting. She was in the process of moving across town to a neighborhood near mine. I was traveling for work, etc. Her name? Laurel. Long brown hair, perky C/D cups. Amazing ass. 28, cute, and in the same line of work. I'm 37, relatively fit. Short brown hair, hazel eyes.
At one point she said that my "late and random" messages made her think of a hookup - and that she wasn't interested in a hookup. So I figured, oh well - and went about my life.