I know, I need a life.
I run out the door on a fairly tight schedule of running around in a town like mad because a "snowstorm" hit my city.
Sometime during the day, I hear my phone buzz and I got a reply on that silly post. What was great is that it was also in a (bad) poetic form.
She listed her fetishes as well as what she wanted to experience. I replied in kind and managed to rhyme out not only the hotel info and basic location but also my number.
Yet, I can barely put together a proper paragraph together.
Whatever.
I go about my day and eventually she calls me at about 6:30 and after a few minutes, we agree to meet at a Starbucks at about 7:30 that was relatively close to the both of us.
I go in early, mostly because I was cold, but to scrounge a table to us, when the time approached, I saw a cute, slightly overweight blonde walking in.
Knowing it was her, I smiled.
She looked at me, smiled and looked away.
O.K.
Figuring that she was going to just get a cup of coffee, I proceed to finish reading my emails.
Suddenly my phone went off.
It was her! I look over to where she was seated and picked up the phone.
"Umm....I'm RIGHT HERE!"
She strode over to where I was and proceeded to chitchat. We talked about many things, her fascination with craigslist (she's only been doing it for 2 weeks) and some of the whack jobs she's met.
I related some of my stories and we got a good laugh.
After steering the conversations on what she wanted to experience, I casually mentioned my hobby. She was fascinated by it, particularly the party that was scheduled. After I convinced her that I wasn't a psychopath, she readily agreed to come.
The starbucks was closing (at 8:30pm?!?), so we had to beat a hasty retreat. I didn't want to end the convo, but I had things to do and sitting outside in the cold with her shivering would be bad form.
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