Mr. It’s Ok, I Secretly Work for the CIA



I met a “nice” attractive man. We had some great conversation and decided to go on a date. I can’t recall EVERYTHING about the date and the brief communication after but the following things happened:

When he called me to set up the date, he said he was calling me from a pay phone (circa 1992). That time, I didn’t think anything of it.

During the date, as I brought my dessert up to my mouth, for the first bite, he stopped me to say ” a minute on the lips – forever on the hips”. *twitch* I am over 5’9″ and weighed probably about 135. After a stunned response, I finished dessert, anyway – of course.

At the end of the date, he gave me a big sloppy kiss and then hummed, mmmmmmmmmmmmmm good. I was horrified, while patting dry, the bottom of my face. *twitch*

Later, bored, I called him to chat and was told I had the number for a pay phone (again). I asked why he hadn’t given me a home number and he replied that he had been a very involved black activist a few years back and had some trouble with the KKK in Texas, where he used to live. He now believed they had followed him to DC and were tapping his phone. He didn’t feel it was safe to give me his home number and felt we should only talk on the pay phone.

I never talked to him again. However, I must say, he took me to see “Tombstone” which turned out to be one of my favorite movies of all time. Generally I hate westerns and would never have chosen to see it so all in all, he did me a favor.

~Latanya in Virginia

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