The Giant Moroccan- Dutch Baby and my hands
There’s this guy that I matched with on Tinder… we moved to WhatsApp and it was always spicy talk. Never a normal conversation with this guy.
He’s 190cm+, a coach and athlete, and apparently well-known in his field.
(I did not know this. I kept seeing him on my TikTok feed and getting annoyed, so I kept clicking "Not Interested.")
(Well... after stalking his comments a little bit, I eventually teased him about it. But that's a story for another time.)
Anyways...
Months of sexy talk.
Months of built-up tension.
Talking about if we should finally meet and, you know... 😉
One night, I had just gotten back from a quick drink with one of my girlies when he texted me.
"Where"
"Home, u?"
"mentions a club"
I thought...
Ah, okay.
So of course I had to be cheeky.
"So do you need me? 😌"
"I do."
"Me too ;)"
Cute.
Right?
Wrong.
He replied,
"Aawhh."
"I need u to take care of me."
"I need to do eyedrops hahaha and lotion."
????
Message.
Message.
Message.
I replied,
"Aren't you at the club?"
"I wanna go home."
"And get taken care of by you."
I was confused.
But I also thought...
This has to be one of his pickup lines, right?
Okay...
So I replied,
"Haha okay. Give me 30 mins. Waiting for cat food hahaha."
PRIORITIES.
Giant Moroccan-Dutch Baby's Place
Please take note.
This was our first time meeting.
He gave me a hug.
We went up the lift.
He took my shoes off for me.
And me being me, I hugged him from behind while he was making tea and said it was nice to finally meet him.
He smiled and continued making his tea.
We talked.
I asked him how the club was.
I also informed him that I'd be needing one of his shirts because I like sleeping comfy.
Normal things.
Then we walked into his bedroom.
He took off his shirt.
Naturally...
I thought we were about to begin our sexy time.
Instead...
He walked over to his bedside table.
Picked up the eye drops.
Picked up the lotion.
Handed both to me.
Laid down.
...
Reader.
He was serious.
Long story short...
I gave him his eye drops.
Then I lotioned him.
Front.
And back. :)
Of course there was sexy time after that.
Not important. 😏
Fast forward a few months.
We're still talking.
Still flirting.
Still sending spicy messages.
Then, on a random Monday night, I get a message.
"I need ur hands."
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I was thinking about ur massage."
???????????
"Don't you have a massage lady?"
"Hahaha I do."
???????????
This man...
Who received eye drops, body lotion and massages from tiny little me...
Who self-identifies as a giant baby...
Who, by the way, is apparently a very big deal in his field...
Messages me months later because he misses...
...my hands.
I've attached supporting evidence of my continued confusion regarding the allure of my hands, and how a grown man can spend months thinking about them.
Perhaps I should reconsider my career trajectory.
