Walking into my favorite, cozy little lounge off of the strip, I’m aware that this could end very badly for me. There’s always a risk when meeting someone off of the internet, no matter the connection you have with them. But meeting Milo in person doesn’t feel like a choice I’ve made, it feels like fate. It feels like meeting him is something my ancestors put into motion generations ago.
So, here I am, wearing my favorite little black dress, relaxing on a red velvet couch, trying not to look nervous. I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress, as instructed. It feels like everyone around me knows my little secret, and knows what I’m doing here. I am equal parts terrified and aroused.
Soon after I get settled and order a drink, I see him come in. He finds me quickly, and the way his face brightens when he sees me gives me butterflies. We hug, and he sits down next to me with his arm around me. Milo has a confidence that is disarming, not arrogant. He’s one of those people that really makes you feel seen when you’re with him. Like you’re his sole focus.