Oh dear, I hadn't thought about a woman for years. Her friends had literally pleaded for me to take her out, and set us up on a blind date. This should have set off warning bells, but when we met, she was a tall redhead, I did my best to be charming, but she had an expressionless face, and starred at me with her big eyes. Eventually, after a couple dates I we began with pulling each others clothes off, and did try to loosen her up, with lips and tongue and finger, yes, just one finger would barely....maybe I wasn't giving it enough time, but that girl had the most callous and awkward personality anyways, so we stopped, got dressed and went to a restaurant. In the car she admitted her fear of my big tool, and my one finger was even too big. At the time I had been used to frolicking 40-something divorcées, that got wet immediately after kissing them, so I never returned to her.