I was jittery and nervous leading up to our meeting. We had only talked online and over text messages and the thought of finally meeting him in person was halfway exhilarating and halfway nauseating. We made plans to meet up for a casual beer in a local pub and in the hours before I thought about cancelling at least three times. I composed text messages over and over, but each reason for cancelling seeming ridiculous and cheap, so I decided to go. I wanted to wear something that seemed like I wasn’t trying too hard, but I wanted him to be able to see the suggestion of my curves through my clothes. I settled on my best pair of jeans that hugged my body in all the right places and a white v-neck tee shirt that wasn’t low cut enough to seem too slutty but hinted at my nice tits. I wore my favourite matching bra and underwear in case the night lead somewhere exciting. I hoped it would if he looked anything like his photos.