First Meeting

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She meets a guy online and agrees to meet him in person after an extended phone conversation. Could that one meeting turn into love?

Submitted: December 27, 2016

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Submitted: December 27, 2016



A mall food court had never seemed as daunting as it did that afternoon. As I sat there, the swarms of butterflies were only kept at bay by the waves of anxiety washing over my body. I'd arrived early and gotten a Diet Coke and some fried rice. I sat at a table facing the door trying to eat nonchalantly as I gazed at my vapid romance novel. I was trying hard to appear calm. From speaking with him, I knew he was a sweet man, so I wasn't afraid of him being a serial killer or anything. It was more about the fear of getting hurt. That constant fear of rejection kept gnawing at me. By the time he was supposed to meet me, I had actually forgotten what he looked like in his picture. I started intensely trying to read my novel, so I wouldn't need to look for him.

Soon, I saw him. He was pretty much what one would expect an IT guy to look like: glasses Polo shirt slightly overweight, but there was something special about him. I could tell it from his eyes.

All the nervousness that I had had was unnecessary. As soon as he sat down, it was as if we had known each other forever. I felt so comfortable talking to him. Maybe we'd known each other in a former life. I don't know, but whatever it was it made it so perfect. By the end of that half hour, I knew I needed to see him again and I knew that I wanted to kiss him. I was just afraid that I would scare him away.

As he walked away, I wondered if this was going to be like some of the others I had met. I wondered if I would hear from him again or if it would just be a one-time encounter. I was so pleasantly surprised to start getting regular texts from him. I began to look forward to those texts the way a child looks forward to dessert.

I wasn't sure what to expect that Saturday when we decided to get together again. I figured it would be a simple date maybe more talking. I really wasn't ready or what was next. We had a simple lunch, and I kissed him sweetly as I passed by on my way to the chair. Then like two high schoolers, we found a place and parked. It was as if everything had fallen into place.

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