“Isn’t this cozy?” Grant said as we sat on his couch, sipping white wine and watching the fireplace.
Here I was, after months of emails (our love letters he called them), chats, texting, Skype, café meetings, finally alone with Mr. Perfect; Mr. Steamy; Mr. [just] Right [for me].
I hadn’t set out to find a lover/partner. I commented on a piece he wrote. He commented back. Much faster than in the real world, we developed a relationship. A virtual relationship.
When we Skyped, he was everything he said he was. I remained cautious – lots more virtual communication before I agreed to have coffee.
Coffee was perfect, too. He was just the right amount of shy and forward; funny and warm; understanding and patient. Still . . . .
Tonight was perfect too. Our first “date” outside the café. Our first time alone. Yet . . .
“Isn’t this cozy?” Grant said again.
I thought, “No, it isn’t . . .”