I - How would it be if we ever meet?

Note: This is not a real story, but rather a wishful thinking of the author, if one day the author happens to meet you.



After several months, if not years, chatting on this platform, she tells me that she's coming to where I live for a visit. I, immediately, become excited with the opportunity to, finally, meet her in person.

She asks for a hotel recommendation, which I give, and I ask whether we could meet. She "nods" with an emoji. I book a place on my favourite cocktail bar, which is one block walking from the hotel she's staying, and we agree to meet there. A public place, with a wide range of opportunity for her to just pass by in front ... and not even stop to say "hi" (in case she doesn't want to).

The weeks pass, the day is getting closer, and my heart pumps stronger and stronger. I'm about to meet a person who knows me a lot, but yet have never seen me. Stakes are high, and there's a lot to lose.

Everything passes by my mind in the days before the date, but there I go ... and in front of the place I wait for her. It'd be an opportunity to chain smoke, but the last thing I want is to smell like an ashtray around her. I'm pretty sure she doesn't smoke ... and there I am, 10 minutes before the arranged time, shaking, extremely nervous, each minute feels like an hour.

At the time arranged, I notice someone walking up the street, and approaching me by one letter, one letter only, to which I reply with the "one letter only way" to call her. It's convoluted, she offers me a handshake, I give her a weird hug. For fuck sake, now I'm sweating.

We get into the bar, that's dark as usual, and that's the first time I can look at her blue eyes. That's the first time I have to, as someone admiring a beautiful painting, look at her face ... we get seated.

I was wishing for a long sofa where both of us could seat, no, we got two small sofas. Fuck, not ideal. A little bit of small talk, things don't flow as well as expected, I'm nervous, I'm astonished by her beauty, I'm asking myself why the hell someone as beautiful and sweet as her decided to actually stop by and give it a try.

We order our first drink, she jokes about how direct was one of my first messages to her. I laugh saying that I never expected an answer for that question. We're feeling more comfortable with each other ...

An hour passes by, we talk about family, we talk about friends, we talk about living further away from those we love (sometimes virtually).

Another hour passes by, we talk about plans, we talk about holidays, we talk about living close enough to those who we learned to love.

She tells me she has to go, I pay for the bill, and offer to walk her to the hotel ... fuck, I started talking to her because she has the most beautiful and perfect feet I'd ever seen, and this is the first time I notice she's wearing a very elegant scarpin. I guess I got so into talking to her, so into how she is as a person that I didn't even let my biggest fetish take control ... and now that I noticed, well ... I would love to see those toes and those red toenails that she always chooses on her albums ... fuck, focus, focus!

In a few minutes we're at the reception of her hotel, she asks whether I'd like to get in. I was really not expecting for that, I nod, not knowing what to expect. Maybe not even knowing what to do.

We walk to the lift, she gives me hug during the ride up and tells me "you asked this back at some point", we both smile. Getting into her room she points me to the sofa and goes to the bathroom.

After a few minutes that elegant woman leaves the bathroom with a different "outfit", a large t-shit, no bra below it, the shirt looks like a short large dress. Once on scarpin, she comes barefoot, walking on my direction, and sits on my left, close to my heart.

She kisses my cheek, I hug her, and there we stay for a long time. We chat, we enjoy the silence, we look at each other. We laugh, I kiss her forehead, we hug stronger ...




... and here I stop, and leave the space for a part II, maybe, or maybe not. :-)