Drake and I had been chatting online for years. I do not remember how he came to be on my Buddy List, but it sealed our fates. we discussed everything with one another, relishing in the anonymity of the computer screen. at times, our conversations were no more than simple niceties. At other times, we lit the internet on fire detailing what we wanted to do to the other.
As time passed, our communications dried up and we lost contact. I didn't think much about Drake until a chance meeting at work. They needed a Rep to go to Montana and meet with a new hospital chain. I was their girl. After I packed for a week and kissed my husband goodbye, I was off.
My flight was uneventful, and as I drove my rental car into the town I couldn't get a nagging idea out of my head. I knew this town for some reason, but I hadn't been here before. Then it hit me: this is where Drake lives! As soon as I was checked into the hotel, I immediately searched for him on Facebook. My heart pounded in my chest as I typed a simple message: "Hey, long time since we chatted. I seem to be nearby, so hit me up." I closed my laptop, caught my breath, and changed for my dinner meeting with the Board of Directors of the hospital.
The days went by, with one meeting after another, uneventful and without word from Drake. I did my work well, and had a contract with the hospital within four days. Despite my disappointment with not hearing from Drake, I enjoyed the rest of my week.
Friday afternoon I checked my Facebook to see what was going on back at home when a message appeared on my screen. It was from Drake. "Wow, it has been a long time. I'm free this evening, so why don't you meet me at the diner on the corner of Washington and Silo. Be there at 7." My heart raced as I read the message and jumped up to retrieve my GPS unit. After finding the streets, I rummaged through my suitcase for something to wear. After picking a red sundress that hugged my hips and ass, and showed just enough cleavage to make someone wonder, I got showered and did my hair and make-up. Every step towards getting ready set me more on edge. This was dangerous, but I knew this man like I knew my husband. I wondered what we would talk about, and what we would do. The questioned ran through my mind as I dressed and left for the diner.
After a few minute drive, I arrived at the corner of Washington and Silo and looked around to see if Drake was there. I didn't spot him, so I picked a table and ordered a drink to calm my nerves.
As I sat there, sipping my martini, a hand touched my shoulder. Electricity ran through my limbs as I startled. I stood up and spun around to see Drake standing there, grinning. His 6' tall frame towered over my 5'6", and his dark hair complemented his tan complexion. His strong jaws and neck ran smoothly to his wide muscular shoulders. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was in dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos he had collected since I last talked to him. I was speechless. This man, this God, was the one I cried to when my dog died, bitched at when I was sick. This man shouldered my feelings, and for what? It all melted away when he opened my arms and took me into a huge bear hug before sitting next to me at the table.
We chatted for a bit over drinks while waiting for our food. We soon got in the same groove we had long ago when we would talk. It felt comfortable and I loosened up. We ate dinner and caught up with each other. He had finally gotten married, but it had sadly ended in a nasty divorce. I decided to leave my husband out of the conversation, simply because I was away from home and didn't want to talk about him. When the waitress came to our table to inform us that the diner was closing, it dawned on us that we had been chatting for four hours! It had only felt like minutes, so I invited Drake back to my hotel for drinks.