40 [M4F] #Chicago - in West Loop for a wedding 5/15-5/17 and looking for a different kind of +1
I should get better sleep before my flight, but whatever. I’ll be attending my friend’s wedding solo and will have some time to myself Friday night after the rehearsal dinner (ideal) and some of Saturday. The bridesmaids are all taken and I can’t look like the groom’s lecherous friend from back home. That leaves RAOMD. I’ll be staying in the West Loop in a fairly nice hotel room because I waited until the last minute and couldn’t take advantage of the reserved block, so I’m paying a preposterous sum of money for a suite or something. Should’ve stayed at the Four Seasons tbh. Anyway.
Me: 40, on the soft dad bod side of things. There’s that scene with a shirtless Seth Rogen in the middling but passable comedy Neighbors. That’s me. This is a body cultivated by large quantities of carbohydrates. In the words of Oprah: I fucking love bread. Shortly trimmed facial hair/stubble that makes me look a lil rugged. Probably not though. Nice glasses. Extensive flannel shirt and Carhartt (that are dirty! I work in them! It’s legit!) jacket collection. Asshole’s taste in music and film but not an asshole about it. Still mourn that Bernie wasn’t the nominee. You absolutely know the type. I am DDF and have negative 10 panel tests that include HSV-1 and 2. I work in horticulture but I cannot help you revive your dying indoor plant. I sell trees. The big boys. Hardwoods 😏.
You: I’m pretty open to age and body type. I do have a fondness for curves and soft thighs though 🥵 but really, I’m open. Similar interests would make this work out pretty smoothly because ideally I’d talk to you a bit before I go down on you.
We’ll keep it simple: we have a drink, ideally we don’t hate each other, and I take you back to my hotel room and I stay between your legs until I can still taste you on my lips for hours. Maybe pull my hair a little bit and shove my face into you. That sort of thing.