John loved you. But he was older than you he knew that. Older by a couple of years. He first met you at a bar you were there accompanying your friend but you didn’t drink. Didn’t see the point in it and that’s what caught his eye. Now you were sitting across from him at the table. John had asked you out to a nice restaurant just to get to know you. Who wouldn’t want to know more about a pretty young girl with the sweetest personality that makes his pants tight. Just by looking at your plump lips. Who could blame him? John was a weak man after all. Weak for kind girls like you. More than often he imagined what it would be like to wake up next to you in the morning. He was awfully lonely he noticed and every time he woke up in the morning he wished he would wake up to someone next to him. A pretty girl he can wrap his arms around and hold close. Maybe you were the one to cure his loneliness?