I’m living in Italy for a few months for work. Of course as soon as I landed I started browsing tinder. The men here are 1000x more attractive than back home in North America. They actually—gasp—put effort into their appearance!

From the start I had been talking to this guy. We texted for a few weeks before we met (mainly because I’m in a different town and was still settling in). Everyday, he texted me to ask how my day was going and he never once said anything inappropriate.

We finally met on Saturday. He took me to a museum and then I found out that there were no more trains headed back to my town until 6:30am. He said he doesn’t mind staying with me all night and kept apologizing, stating he hadn’t known that the trains would stop running that early and he was surprised (even though it was my fault for not checking). So he took me to dinner and then to a cafe. We had some nice chats. He told me that men should always pay attention to their girlfriends (we were talking about male escorts in Japan who women basically pay to fulfill their emotional needs as their actual boyfriends are always too busy working). I also talked about some of my experiences with strange men who stop me on the street at night to ask if I’m okay. He was like “Why do men like this exist? I don’t understand. You never see a woman stop a random man on the street like that.”

It was about midnight and he was searching for other places to take me but everything was closed, so I suggested that we find a place where we could sit in his car and chill. So we did. Might I mention that throughout the whole date he never once touched me. On the one hand I was glad he was respectful of my boundaries because normally I feel uncomfortable when a stranger tries to hold hands or kiss on the first date but then I was questioning whether he was even attracted to me.

A few hours in he randomly began kissing me. This led to some foreplay. But he was only focusing on my pleasure only. He only took off his own pants when I asked him to. And we ended up having sex, because I asked. And the whole time, he still put all of the effort into making me feel good. He didn’t even cum.

Afterward I took a half-nap on his lap and he caressed my face and massaged me. He then dropped me off at the train station, but he actually accompanied me inside, took me to a cafe and bought me something to eat, then walked me to the train when it was time to depart. I actually looked like trash. My eye makeup was so smudged. Yet he didn’t seem to care.

I was somewhat worried that he wouldn’t text me as much anymore (before he’d text me everyday asking about my day) but nope, he’s still texts me after I’m done work to ask about my day.

Normally, I would not fuck someone on the first date. But I’m in another country and I’m leaving in a couple months. We will never be in a relationship. So I am strictly looking for a nice fling while I’m living abroad. I don’t regret sleeping with him because I felt fully in control of the situation and I was the one setting the pace.