Beth and I actually met playing a stupid dice game on our phones a few months back. It had become an interesting way to pass the boredom of the day, and I frequently sent greetings to woman that I played. Sometimes, they would reply sometimes they wouldn't.
When I saw Beth's picture icon on the game, I thought she was very attractive and sent her a message saying so. She replied with a witty reply that I don't remember now, but so started our chatting.
Over the course of our messaging back and forth we learned a lot about each other. She was divorced, I was heading that direction on a fast track. She was tall, so was I. We both loved music. She seemed fascinated by some of the stories I was able to share with her about my days as a body guard for a few of the rock acts back in the 80s. She sent me a couple of pictures that were impressive and some were even instant pictures, so I knew that they were of her.
As the conversations progressed the messages turned more sexual in nature and just imagining these things happening I was constantly aroused by her. When the messages took a more dramatic and vivid turn, I started dropping hints about us meeting. She seemed very receptive of the idea and since I had some spare time in a couple of weeks I decided that if she were game, I would fly into Minneapolis.
As the flight neared Minneapolis, the pilot announced that while it was sunny, the temp was -20. Holy shit, that is incredible for a guy from Texas. I was anxious to come up with something we could do, if things didn't click. At least til I could get a chance to check out/in under another name. I had told her that I might not be able to stay long, but had booked the return flight for Tuesday. 4 days could seem like forever in a bad situation.
I shared with a guy sitting next to me on the flight that this was similar to a blind date, but she had appeared to be so awesome. We laughed as we talked and he thought I was either the bravest guy he had met or probably the dumbest. I showed him the pictures that she had shared with me, and he asked if I had any risquΓ©. At that point, it dawned on me... she had not sent any of the risquΓ© type. They were all face pictures. The more we talked the more apprehensive I became.