I got to the bar promptly at eight. I waited thirty minutes and was ready to leave when I saw this absolutely stunning woman walking towards me. She looked even better than the photo she'd posted with her profile. As she came closer I could see that she was even better looking; tall, with beautiful brown skin and long black hair tied back in a pony tail. She was wearing a very conservative business suit and stockings and heels. The bartender greeted her and she kissed the him on both cheeks. She seemed to know most of the people in the place. In her profile, she'd said that she was a mix of Indonesian and French and her exotic features seemed to combine the best of both cultures. When I first saw her photo I was overcome with lust. Now she was looking right at me. It was too much! She recognized me and smiled and offered her hand. I took it. We took a booth in the back of the bar and we ordered a bottle of wine.
"You do drink wine, don't you?" she asked
"Sure," I said.
She smiled again and then reached over and brushed something off my sweater.
"Just a hair... maybe mine," She said.
I smiled, but I could barely make conversation. She was so beautiful. I was afraid that I was going to blow it.
The wine came and I loosened up. We went over what we'd talked about when we'd exchanged email messages over the past few weeks. She was a lawyer, She had been living with a woman for a couple of years and then she abruptly moved out a couple of months ago.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Just a stupid fight. When she moved in she was practically a stranger, just friend of a friend. But then as the months went by we became good friends...and then lovers. But then things began to go badly. It just wasn't meant to work out. We were totally different people."
"So it's totally over now?" I asked.
"Totally," she said. "She even moved out to California."
We talked about what we were looking for in a relationship. In both our profiles we had checked the box for "play." She wanted to know what I thought that meant.
I told her that it meant that I wasn't shy about being with someone. That I wasn't against having fun.
"So, you have a high sex drive?" she asked.
I blushed. "Yes, I guess I do."
"So do I," she said. "I love sex, sometimes women have a hard time keeping up with me."
"Me too."
"Sometimes I go back to men because I just want to get fucked."
I went to put my glass on the table and nearly knocked over the bottle of wine. She caught the bottle and put it firmly in the center of the table.
"It's okay!" she said. "We can always order another."
"I'm usually not this spastic," I said.
"It's cute. I like that."
"I seem to be doing this all the time these days"
She laughed and touched my arm.
"You know, Jordan," she said. "When you responded to my message I was very excited. When I picked your ad I had no real expectations. You were my fantasy woman. You looked stunning in your photo, and you're even more beautiful in person."
I blushed. "I couldn't believe that you responded to my ad," I said.
"And when we started emailing each other I was really excited. I felt a real connection."
"I know," I said. "I started fantasizing about what would happen when we met."
"So did I," she said.