Update on that job interview.

You will recall, I'm sure, my fabulous roleplay thing I was doing last week, or was it the week before?

She came up to my apartment, as agreed. And as I opened the door I saw that she was quite a bit older than she'd let on. She was, I think, somewhere in her 50s but in pretty good shape so I made an instant decision to keep on with it.

After a few minutes I could tell that I was distinctly unaroused and I knew that I was going to have to say something before it became too obvious. I broke character, looked her in the eyes. "Jenny", I said, "I'm sorry but this just isn't working for me".

She took it quite gracefully. We both got dressed and chatted a bit to cover it up, then she left.