In that bar yesterday I met a man who's quite a bit older, but absolutely fascinating and attractive. He came over to my table, when I started flirting with him, so I assumed that he just wanted to hook me up (what would have been perfectly OK with me), but when we were talking, it became clear that there was much more between us. He obviously reads my mind and has a perfect understanding of what's going on in my mind.

It even was a bit scary, but so thrilling! I felt so accepted and cared-for...as if this man was something like my best friend or mentor. - It was really strange. 

After some hours, he offered to drive me home. When we were in his car, he said: "Pull up that shirt.  Show me your tits." And although I still don't get it, I did as he said without any hesitation. He looked at me and just said: "You've got potential, but much to learn, little cunt." Then he drove me home. Now leaving to meet him...