Day on the coast with Finance, and without his wallet.

Our next date is a day planned on the coast. He’s somehow lost his wallet in his son’s backpack, but we’re not canceling the date. I even say, if this is your way of trying to get out of it that it won’t work because I’ll pay. And I do. I pick him up from his parents mansion in a historic section of the city (I’m not entirely sure why he lives there, but I’m impressed by the house). I drive, we have a light lunch at the Sand Dollar in Stinson Beach (I pay), then continue to Hog Island where I’ve brought an incredible bottle of champagne to have with the oysters, of which we have over two dozen (that I pay for). We sing together in the car, he actually used to be in singing competitions, but I’m comfortable enough around him to make an ass of myself by singing mainly gangster rap with him, because that’s all I listen to these days. He also speaks fluent French because his parents had him go to a French elementary school in the city. It’s insanely sexy. He’s kind of wearing workout gear. Black nylon pants, and a pretty tacky Giant’s jacket that looks like one of those sports memorabilia ones that costs a fortune, but it’s missing the last two wins on the sleeve. We go for a little walk along a creek that I know will be beautiful, I’m thinking pretty dirty sex in the woods thoughts, he just keeps picking on me for being a foot shorter than him. We end up in the city at a chinese restaurant that serves these insanely delicious but wildly unhealthy Chinese burrito things. It’s cash only and he pays. I drop him off at home. I definitely want to see him again, and at this point I’m pretty sure I want to sleep with him, but I also don’t want to risk losing him if I do. I'm a little flabergasted at the ammount of money I've spent, but pretty sure it's going to come back to me ten fold with him.

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