Clarice found her dream guy on Tinder on a cold day in February. They were both looking for the same thing. Just a casual encounter with no strings attached. Skip was darkly brooding in his photos, and very handsome.
She decided to jump past the formalities of dating and such and to take a chance by just going to his house for some fun after some flirty texting.
It was freezing and icy outside. She put on fleece lined leggings, shearling boots with sturdy tread, and a heavy sweater. She skipped the bra for convenience’s sake.
Skip had Saturday off from work. He told Clarice to come for lunch and some afternoon delight. She was enthusiastic having broken up with her boyfriend six months ago and not meeting up with anyone since.
Skip’s driveway had been plowed and salted, but was still a bit treacherous when she arrived. Clarice carefully got out of her car and slowly walked down the icy path to the door. She rang the bell.
She was pleased that the man who answered the door looked like his photos on Tinder. Tall, dark and handsome.
His house was tastefully decorated and clean. Bonus bachelor points. The dining room table was set with Chinese food containers and fancy plastic plates.
They sat at the table and started with soup Skip heated up in the microwave. There wasn’t much to talk about. They both knew she wasn’t there for the conversation. The rest of the food was kept hot in the containers.
When they were finished with the fortune cookies and tea, Skip moved closer.
“You’re so pretty.” he said as he touched her glossy black hair.
“Thank you. What do you want to do now?”
“I think we should go upstairs.”
She followed him up and into his bedroom. There was a dresser against the wall with a dozen drawers. One drawer was open and appeared to be empty.
Skip took off his clothes and threw them on the floor. He motioned to the dresser and told Clarice she could put her things in the drawer.
She left her boots by the door and put the rest of her things in the drawer and closed it.
After they had sex, Clarice started to look for her clothes in the dresser. She opened a drawer and found a pink Victoria’s Secret sweatsuit and a pair of sneakers. Another drawer had a leather miniskirt and fuzzy sweater in it.
She methodically searched each drawer in the dresser and found different women’s clothing in each one. Skip was in the bathroom.
Clarice left the drawers open and got dressed when she found her things.
Skip seemed less sure of himself when he came back in the bedroom and seemed surprised to find Clarice had gotten dressed already.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. But I have a question about who the women’s clothing in the dresser belongs to.”
“I have a lot of visitors.”
“Did they leave with no clothes on?
“Who said they left?”