Kammie was a busy woman. Her position as real estate acquisitions for a large electric generation and transmission company kept her on her toes. Always planning ahead, it was her job to secure real estate for the business as quietly as possible to keep the costs down.
Mapping and maintaining all the geographic information was a daunting task. She was very good at it but it was mentally exhausting. If work itself wasn't enough, there was a plethora of male suitors trying to get between her legs too.
She admittedly enjoyed the attention, but after a brief affair with a co-worker, she quickly realized office romance was not for her. Now she had to spurn constant requests for dates which was too bad as some of the guys were pretty darn cute.
Kammie kept herself busy with a morning routine of some cardio work, a short session with some light weights, and then a shower before she would dress for work. Her evenings were less foreboding and more about mentally relaxing, a glass of red wine, a phone call to her adult daughter and maybe a game or two on her phone.
She sometimes invited a girlfriend over for wine and gossip or would go to their house. This night she had her friend Lisa over for drinks. The wine's high alcohol content was kicking in and Kammi was feeling especially talkative. She reminisced about a chance meeting with a man she began a chat with the year before.
"So this one time, I was sitting here just drinking wine and relaxing," Kammie told her friend.
She continued to retell the story in detail, changing nothing, keeping her friend riveted with each juicy word.
"Bzzzzzzzzz.... The familiar sound of my phone signaling it was my turn for play on the Words with Friends app, a neat little app that I downloaded a couple of years ago to help me pass the times when I wasn't so busy at work."
"However, it quickly became a nice and safe way to meet new friends by using the app's chat feature. You know I'm a very competitive person by nature, no matter what type game I play, I play to win. So most often, I ignored the chat feature altogether."
"I swiped my phone to answer the notification for my turn at play and I noticed a message."
'You have a community player game request.'
"Now, I usually have at least five games going at one time, so I was prepared to click the notification and swipe left to decline the request."
"Oh! My! The picture of the player who requested this game was quite a nice looking specimen. Now I must admit, there have been many times that I've declined games based only on how the person's profile picture looked. I know, I know. It's superficial and shallow but I'm being honest here."
"The picture displayed was of a nice looking man. A white guy. Very attractive. He had a sexy smile and although it was only a picture from his shoulders up, he looked to be very physically fit. Jason was his profile name."
"'Well hellooooo Jason,' I said to myself, 'I'll play with you anytime.' "
"So I accepted the game request . Yes, based solely on how fine that man looked in that picture."
"Oh my God Kammie, let me see!" Lisa said, interrupting Kammie's story.
"Ha. You wish. I'm not sharing my White Chocolate. Now let me finish my story," Kammie replied before continuing with great detail. Her friend sat almost trancelike as Kammie started to tell the next segment of her story.
"Anyway! My message notification immediately lit up."
"Mr. Jason wanted to say hello. So I clicked on the chat icon."
"'Good afternoon,' he typed."
"'Good afternoon,' I responded."
"'Thank you for the game. I'd wish you luck but I'm a poor loser. LOL,' he texted."
"I laughed out loud. How coincidental. He's a man after my own heart. I hate losing too. We went back and forth in the chat room while simultaneously playing the word game."
"I was winning so far, even though his witty chatting had me somewhat slightly distracted. The more we chatted the more I was drawn to his words and eventually the game became more of a distraction than the chatting."
"What was he saying?" Lisa asked.
"Be patient. I haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet. SO, to continue.."
"He typed, 'You're making me work hard to keep up.' "
"What do you do for a living?"
"I told him I'm in real estate. He said he was too. Then I told him I was in corporate real estate. He laughed and called me a land grabber. But looking at him, it wasn't his land I wanted to grab."
"'I'm very competitive,' I typed. 'But I have a little secret though... My kryptonite is....' "
"I waited for him to try and guess what could possibly keep me from winning at this game. Almost immediately after I hit send he texted back ...."
"What?!? What did he text?" Lisa was like a little girl who couldn't stand not knowing what she might get for Christmas. But it wasn't Christmas.
Kammie continued.
"Good gracious girl. You've got all the patience of a dog begging for a treat. Just sit back, drink some more wine and listen."
"Okay. Please continue," Lisa apologized and took another drink of wine.
Kammie was enjoying the tease, keeping her girlfriend in suspense. She never realized just how much fun it could be. However, after a drink of wine and a long pause, she continued her story.
"So I told him I have a kryptonite and he answered immediately. Like he was inside my mind. He texted back.."
"'Sexy white guys that write erotic stories?' "
"My mouth literally dropped open as I read his text. My fingers moved quickly as I typed, 'Wow!!!! Are you psychic too?? How'd you know? We have a lot in common. You write erotic stories and I read them.' "
