At the last second, I began to chicken out, and I was about to casually walk on by when I noticed "Poet" written in the sand (haha).I recognized her i...mediately. We exchanged niceties and I set my chair up next to hers, slightly facing her. I kept nervously smiling and looking around, expecting and angry spouse/lover. That's when I realized we were basically alone. The nearest other people were 400-500 yards away. So we chatted and got to know each other. I told her I had never done anything. "Yes, Robert," she said, taking a step closer to me. "If I'm not a hag ... what am I?"I thought furiously, but I didn't have a lot of time before I responded."You're the kind of woman who for sure doesn't need a dating service to get a man's attention," I said. It didn't quite come out like I thought it would. I closed my eyes."Why thank you!" she chirped, to my astonishment. "I knew you'd understand and be supportive. But this dating site is having a contest and I want to win it, and I need. One never knew when some old enemy was plotting to get even for some forgotten slight or insult that was carelessly dispensed without serious intent.The knock came again and I confess my curiosity overcame my usual common sense approach of extreme caution and I cracked it open to peek outside.I had to crane my neck to look down because the female on the other side of the door was almost two feet shorter than my six foot six lanky frame.The pretty young thing dressed all in black was not a. I entered the dwelling and was please that when I walked around the corner into the living room he was standing there with both hands on ample hips and all dressed up. He was wearing matching Black fishnets stocking and bra along with high heel shoes and man did those thick Black fishnets stocking that really displayed that juicy ass. The lipstick was neon Purple and to add to the look he had gotten one of the neighborhood sluts to show him how to put on eyelashes. A nineteen sixty-five style.