We’d been flirting online for months. We met on reddit, both looking for the same things – a distraction, a laugh, a connection, maybe even something physical. I certainly didn’t know where it would go – perhaps you didn’t, either.
We finally arranged a meeting: I’d lay over in your city for the afternoon. First date jitters, nervousness, it’s like I’m in high school again. You pick me up at the airport and you’re even more spectacular in person than in your pictures. Those lips, those curves, that smile I’ve only seen on my phone – you’ve come to life right here next to me. It’s all I can do not to just jump you in the car (don’t worry, dear reader, that’ll come later…)
We behave, though, and take it slow. Grab some food, grab a drink. The conversation flows even more easily than it did online. Before we know it, we only have a couple hours before my flight out, and all I’ve managed to do is put my arm around your waist while we walked.