It was August of 2006, and I read an e-mail from my pen pal Nadia, saying that she would be flying into New York in a week for a vacation. I felt as if God had answered my prayers, because I had been dying to meet her for some time. Nadia was from Guam and I first saw her picture on the free online dating site called PlentyofFish in the fall of 2004. I found her to be very attractive and full of innocence. She had a permanent tanned complexion, long curly hair and the body of a track star.
Like many women I communicated on the Web, our e-mails were mostly flirtatious, friendly and funny. We often joked about the sexual positions we would engaged in. The dirtier we talked, the more we insisted on meeting. I knew it was destined for us to meet in my city.
Finally, the weekend was here.
I arrived at the Plaza Hotel feeling both excited and nervous. As I walked down the hallway on the fourth floor, many thoughts roamed in my head. I prayed that Nadia was the gorgeous woman in all the pictures she e-mailed me over the years. I knocked on the door three times and took a deep breath. The door opened, and I was all smiles like a war soldier that just came home to his family. Nadia stood about five-foot-eight, with shoulder length wavy black hair, an incredible body and pretty face. I was happy that it was she in all those pictures. What I really like was her hypnotic smile. It was so perfect that it was worth seeing.
"Nature Boy, I finally get to meet you. How are you?" She said, as she hugged me. "Wow, I don't believe this."
"This is definitely a surprise. You look incredible." I told her.
"Thank you. You are hot yourself. Come on in, silly." Nadia grabbed me inside the room. "You are the reason why I am in your hometown. Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm fine, goddess." I answered. "I'm just so happy to finally see you. What do you think of New York City?"
"Well, everything is here. It really is the center of the world. New York City is so much bigger than Guam."
"Come on, let us go out and explore this great city. Let's go!" I said.
As we walked out of the hotel, just about every pedestrian walking focused on us. I loved the attention and I wondered was Nadia used to all the stares she received from strangers. We got inside my platinum-colored Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren and hit downtown. Nadia was so impressed with the car that she could not stop smiling or shaking. On the road, we had heads turning from all directions. Nadia felt so carefree that she exposed her firm breasts. One middle-aged man wearing red glasses driving a Cadillac did a double take at the sight of Nadia, and nearly ran over a motorcyclist. I laughed at the whole thing. I could not believe what I just witnessed. Nadia really was full of surprises.
I took Nadia to Justin's, a neo-soul food establishment in the Flatiron District. I wanted her to have a cultural experience of black food so I took the liberty of ordering for her. We consumed chicken wings, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, and grilled shrimp. Beside the delicious food, what I enjoyed the most was the conversation I had with Nadia. Our conversation was very pleasant, but at times humorous.
"Do you want to know what one of my biggest fantasies is?" Nadia said.
"What?" I said softly.