I glanced at my watch. He should be here anytime now, and the more I waited at the bar for him, the more my heart continued to pound. This was a ridiculous decision. Why did I think a woman like me could handle something so crazy?
It was all my friend Stephanie's suggestion. She told me of this crazy website that lets you meet men and have a one night stand with them. The thing was, it was completely anonymous. It was a blind date that the system matched up perfectly for you, and expected you to trust completely. Normally, I would think this was entail meeting a crazy mass murderer, but... it had raving reviews. Even the radio hosts I listened to wouldn't stop talking about it. She knew I was feeling more and more lonely recently due to my husband's passing a couple of years ago, and she suggested something like this to get me going again. I've been untouched for what felt like a decade, and needed something... anything.
What if I wasn't attracted to him? What if he was too rough in bed? What if the website didn't do a good job in the screening process and brought me someone who could actually harm me? It was an extensive process as well - a health check, verifying my identity, hundreds of questions about my kinks, relationship history, and personality type. It seemed like it knew what it was doing, but how could I trust my well being to a computer software? I shook my head. It had worked for Stephanie... so maybe it could work for me.
I wasn't able to think any further than that... a man approached, smirking slightly as he stared at me. He wore a long black sweater and navy jeans, something I thought looked really defined against his body. He had wavy jet black hair and slight stubble. The thing I noticed most clearly was the intense hazel eyes. They seemed to stare directly into me, and it made me shiver unwillingly. "Hello." He said in a slightly foreign accent. What was it? Australian? British?
