I had met him on a dating service (which will go un-named). He had no face, just a name. Why not, I asked myself. If it didn't work I could always put him on my ignore list, like I had Fred. But he's another story.
He had left me a message in my inbox there. I don't check it that often and, usually, unless I'm paying attention, they get thrown. And as usual, I had gotten a feeling I had gotten a message. It wasn't quite time for the weekly clean out of all of my accounts (I keep them free incase [it just happened too] someone suddenly can't get a hold of me). I went in expecting nothing because sometimes those feelings are just me hoping like hell that it happened. I logged in and saw it. I figured he was from around by me since that was one of the options I put, and people look for someone nearby. The message said to e-mail him and had the address.
Why not, I was looking for someone. Someone I'd have sex with or someone I'd have a relationship with. So I copied his e-mail address, and re-logged in to my mail service. He was worth it. I never lose a guy's e-mail address. NEVER. I pasted it into the to line and sent him an e-mail letting him know who it was. We e-mailed back and forth. He had politely asked me if he could ask me a question. I told him that I'm an open book, so he could ask whatever he wanted. The next e-mail I got said something to the effect of he didn't know whether to ask me if/what kind of pets I have, or when the last time I got laid.
So I told him: one dog, two cats and a bird that is either in love with me, OR he sees the reflection in my glasses, and December 31. He told me later that a part of him was hoping I'd tell him when I last got laid and part was wanting to find that I wouldn't say it. A FEW and I mean a few (from the 28 of the past month to the 3rd of the current month [31]) days we had shown each other pictures of each other's bodies, an heads; both of his. He just left for the first time and I can faintly smell his cologne if I turn my head to the left at just the correct angle.
Anyway, I had given him directions that the Internet said. Those were messed up. He found his way to the city, just not to my house. I had given him personal directions the day before, and he used those. I was getting nervous; he was supposed to be here at 10 after and the time; 20 after. Then a few moments later, he was here. NICE car, it was black shiny and new. We walked inside and he talked to my Mom a bit, which I thank him for, it calmed her down. We turned on the TV and started talking, I then looked him in the eyes, gorgeous blue eyes that went well with his dark curly hair, and kissed him. It was melt worthy he is a good kisser.