Well, I had finally gotten the vacation time off and the plane ticket. I was going to see my good friend Dayna, who lived in Houston. My name's Mike, and I'm a web design specialist in South Dakota. Dayna and I had been talking off and on in a chat room for over a year, and this was our first meeting. Yeah, I liked her, but she's a lesbian. That was cool with me (wouldn't it be for most guys? You never know when you might get lucky.)
I slept on the way there. It was only a 3 hour flight, but I'd been up a wee late last night packing. When I landed, I felt the nervous rush of adrenaline that always accompanies meeting a new person from online. I'd met people before, and it was fun.
When I got off the plane, I searched for her and quickly found her. Wow! Her pictures didn't do her justice. She was about 5'8, 140 lbs, and had flowing blond hair to her shoulders. Her chest looked nice, but it wasn't too noticeable under her loose shirt and jeans. I hugged her and said "Hey! How're ya doin!"
"Fine," she said. "Let's get your bags and get rolling." We walked over to the baggage gate and soon had my bags stowed in her trunk and were on our way. We made idle conversation on the way to her place, the weather, the trip, blah blah blah. It was only my second trip to Houston, having gone there for an uncle's wedding when I was 10. I didn't remember much so everything was pretty much new. We even went by Kennedy Space Center, where there was an old rocket laid out on its side. We couldn't see it, but I hoped we'd get to it in the coming days.
We finally got to her apartment, and brought my bags in. "So what should we do for dinner tonight?" she asked. "Anyplace you want to go to?"