I met this woman, in her mid-30s, back when there were chat rooms. We indulged in a few spicy conversations getting to know each other’s tastes and preferences. One random weeknight, one of our hotter conversations got the best of our hormones and we decided to get together. She wanted to meet at my place. We hadn’t exchanged photos prior to this, just provided descriptions to each other, so this was a huge gamble on both our parts. I was preparing myself to politely decline, however, should I not be attracted to her. I was psyching myself up for how I would carefully word what I’d say. As the time grew closer to her arrival, I was resigning myself to the fact that this wasn’t going to work out.
The waiting was excruciating! But then… the text came through, “I’m here!” Not long after, I heard the buzzer ring out. Despite being on the third floor, I could hear the building door open and creaking of the stairs as she climbed up towards my floor, which was right off the stairwell. The door to my floor creaks open and then the knock-knock-knock.