Older, mature SB

Here I am again, venturing out. I was contacted by someone I had one friend date with. Friend as in, no sex or anything just an exploratory meeting that never amounted to anything. I had not seen her in several months, and she sent me an email saying the following:

'Hey there hun, how are you, just thinking about you the other day, as I was unpacking my stuff. You must have gone through the same things when you moved back to New York. I sympathize. What do you say you come out to Howard Beach, I know this great neighborhood family style restaurant'. Now for anyone not from New York, Howard Beach is also know as the 'Mafia's bedroom' and she certainly fit the bill: native New York accent and the looks to match, but what the heck. She is indeed very hot for her age (40's) and goes to the gym 1 hour each day. I got there and she had arrived first. She gave this really really wide smile as soon as I got out of the car, which I loved, and I knew she was up to something that night.
We parked next to the long line of Cadillacs, and walked in the place. It only had a few tables and a down home kinda look. I decided to play the part so in my best Italian from the 'hood' accent I requested to keep my jacket on, even though the place had a mandatory coat check policy (for non neighborhood patrons). This way these patrons can't have ready access to their handguns, got it?

At this point I wasn't feeling any sexual vibes or anything, and I had just ventured out to the boroughs because I wanted to try this restaurant. But she sat right next to me, her thighs touching mine, almost giving me a lap dance. I had mentally prepared for this date, by repeating to myself on the drive there: I will get lucky tonight, I will get lucky tonight. Like I have said elsewhere in the blog, preparing for sugar is part mental game as well. Anyways, She started drinking more and more wine, until I mentioned she had to drive home. During our dinner she was telling me about all the 20 year old men that were hitting on her in the recent past. This brought us to the topic of dating, her serial dating and the concept of being exclusive. I told her that I am not a possessive person at all, unlike some of the past SD's she said she had met. I say live and let live, which is the core of NSA relationships: I practice what I preach. She was very appreciative of that.
And at some point, on a whim, I casually asked her what would we do and where would we go if we decided to become 'friendly'. Obviously not back to my place. To which she responded:
'You know I was just thinking about that. That's why I invited you out here.'
'Well, hunny bunny, in that case we should excuse ourselves'
'What now?'
'Yes now, what do you think, tomorrow?'
'OK, let's get some coffee and then leave'

Now those who follow the blog know that I had promised to give up sugar. She advertised herself as a sugar babe, but maybe because of her age group or family background she is not the traditional SB: She never asked for anything besides dinner or front seats at a Broadway show. Go figure! Could 'sugar' in her case just mean 'good lovin'?' lol. I guess it did, and I loved that dark purple color on her toe nails. Matched the Brazilian bikini wax just fine.

Interesting situation to say the least. Will I see her again? Maybe once more, or maybe for the occasional booty call. I don't know yet. And the moral of the story is that because she is not a traditional SB, technically I have not violated my 'retirement from sugar'