It had been a great night as I finally met up with the man I’d been talking to online for months. It was even better that he hadn’t turned out to be some sort of creepy letch either.
We’d met by chance on an internet forum, finding that we shared a lot of the same interests and passions. We progressed from instant messages, to emails and then flirty texts.
Last night had been the first time that I’d met him in the flesh. To say that I’d been nervous beforehand would have been an understatement.
I needn’t have worried. My date turned out to be just as charming and handsome as I’d imagined him to be from his profile picture. There was nothing weird or socially inept about him. He was funny and engaging, and it didn’t hurt that he only had eyes for me.
We ate, drank, and laughed throughout the evening, finishing a wonderful date with a chaste kiss and a promise to meet again soon.
When I slept, I dreamed of him. I was already planning what we’d do on our next date. Although I was no fool and certainly didn’t believe in love at first sight, I knew I was smitten with him.
I woke this morning to find his text message:
Hey beautiful, had a great time last night. Let’s do it again soon x
Was he thinking about me as much as I was about him?
As I showered and dressed I thought about him and how it would be so good to have him undressing me, in my shower….
I had to stop those kinds of thoughts if I wanted to get to work on time!
Grabbing a travel mug of coffee, I got in my car and started the long commute to my office. It was a good job that I knew the route as well as I did as I don’t think I paid attention to where I was going the whole time I was in the car.
This man was consuming my every waking thought. I must have been imagining it when I saw his lean figure walking in my direction. I was still in the car, a mere 500 yards from my office. He must have recognised me to as he stopped and waved.
I pulled over.
“Hi,” he said, giving me his gorgeous smile.
“Going to work?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Get in.”
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you,” I replied.
“You’ll be late for work,” he told me, gently chiding me for my impetuousness yet eager to be as impulsive as I was.
“No work. Not today.”
Work, money, bills – none of that seemed to matter when you were in love.
We drove and never looked back.
Written in response to Thain in Vain’s Week 40 prompt: While driving to work one morning, you decide to drive past the office and keep on driving.