Her date for the evening had just called and cancelled. It was no big deal as her suitor was just the latest in a string of lukewarm relationships. What the hell. What do I have to lose? I should try that internet thing. She searched the web and picked a dating site that appeared to be more about relationships and less about casual sex. After filling out a profile and posting what she considered her best picture, she decided to enter the chat room and watch.
It was only a few minutes before the computer dinged, and she saw that she had a message in her in-box. Before she could figure out how to open the message, a second and then a third appeared. Wow , she thought, that must have been a really good picture .
She exchanged emails with Bishop for over two weeks. She really couldn’t tell what was different about his messages or why she had focused on him out of the dozens of men who contacted her. After a few phone conversations, they agreed to meet in person.
Bishop insisted they meet somewhere that was very public, and she was glad. The news reports of women being murdered by men they had met online were not lost on her. She recalled being so relaxed just sitting and talking with Bishop. It was the best date she had ever had. As she thought back, she smiled, realizing Bishop had played her like a violin.
They met at a popular coffee shop in a good part of town . He passed the first test by being on time. He passed the second test because he looked like his picture. He kept his eyes above her neck and was on the way to acing the initial exam. They ordered coffee and found a table. He did not pull out her chair, nor did he pay for her drink, and that was a bit of a surprise. She decided to take charge of the situation and said, “I know the primary reason why you are here. You want in my pants, and I want to tell you right now, it is not going to happen… tonight. I am not that kind of girl.”
“Good ,” he said without pausing. “I have had my fill of casual sex. I was hoping you were not looking for a quick lay. I found out long ago that sex without chemistry is like ‘woo-hoo,’ but sex with chemistry is ‘woooooooo-hoooooooooo.’ I’m the kind of guy who takes a little time to develop chemistry, so if you think you can behave yourself, we should get along just fine.”
They talked about so many topics that night that she couldn’t remember them all. After finishing a third cup, Bishop had looked at his watch and said, “I have to get going. I’m leaving on a business trip for a few days. If you would like to go on a real date, I would very much like to see you again. Send me an email after you think it over.”
He had walked Terri back to her car and never even hinted at wanting to “escort her home.”
Sleep had not been an option that night as she continued to replay their entire conversation over and over in her mind. She finally settled on what had attracted her to Bishop the most - he spoke very little about himself. She realized that he had continually asked questions about her and then listened. It had been refreshing. Without thinking, she got up at 1:48 AM and sent Bishop an email saying she would love to go on a date. After she hit the “send” button, she cursed herself for doing so in the middle of the night. That’s not how you play hard-to-get, she thought.
They went on a few dates and after leaving a lousy movie before it finished, decided to get a late night burger. There was a surprisingly long line of people for the late hour, probably due to the movie crowd. As they stood in line waiting, three young men came in wearing gang colors and spouting foul language. Bishop looked at the three and was amused because they reminded him of Larry, Curley, and Moe. He leaned over and whispered his observation to Terri, and she admitted the similarities made the three thugs appear less threatening. Moe was clearly the leader and was quite annoyed with his inept comrades. Curley was a
It was only a few minutes before the computer dinged, and she saw that she had a message in her in-box. Before she could figure out how to open the message, a second and then a third appeared. Wow , she thought, that must have been a really good picture .
She exchanged emails with Bishop for over two weeks. She really couldn’t tell what was different about his messages or why she had focused on him out of the dozens of men who contacted her. After a few phone conversations, they agreed to meet in person.
Bishop insisted they meet somewhere that was very public, and she was glad. The news reports of women being murdered by men they had met online were not lost on her. She recalled being so relaxed just sitting and talking with Bishop. It was the best date she had ever had. As she thought back, she smiled, realizing Bishop had played her like a violin.
They met at a popular coffee shop in a good part of town . He passed the first test by being on time. He passed the second test because he looked like his picture. He kept his eyes above her neck and was on the way to acing the initial exam. They ordered coffee and found a table. He did not pull out her chair, nor did he pay for her drink, and that was a bit of a surprise. She decided to take charge of the situation and said, “I know the primary reason why you are here. You want in my pants, and I want to tell you right now, it is not going to happen… tonight. I am not that kind of girl.”
“Good ,” he said without pausing. “I have had my fill of casual sex. I was hoping you were not looking for a quick lay. I found out long ago that sex without chemistry is like ‘woo-hoo,’ but sex with chemistry is ‘woooooooo-hoooooooooo.’ I’m the kind of guy who takes a little time to develop chemistry, so if you think you can behave yourself, we should get along just fine.”
They talked about so many topics that night that she couldn’t remember them all. After finishing a third cup, Bishop had looked at his watch and said, “I have to get going. I’m leaving on a business trip for a few days. If you would like to go on a real date, I would very much like to see you again. Send me an email after you think it over.”
He had walked Terri back to her car and never even hinted at wanting to “escort her home.”
Sleep had not been an option that night as she continued to replay their entire conversation over and over in her mind. She finally settled on what had attracted her to Bishop the most - he spoke very little about himself. She realized that he had continually asked questions about her and then listened. It had been refreshing. Without thinking, she got up at 1:48 AM and sent Bishop an email saying she would love to go on a date. After she hit the “send” button, she cursed herself for doing so in the middle of the night. That’s not how you play hard-to-get, she thought.
They went on a few dates and after leaving a lousy movie before it finished, decided to get a late night burger. There was a surprisingly long line of people for the late hour, probably due to the movie crowd. As they stood in line waiting, three young men came in wearing gang colors and spouting foul language. Bishop looked at the three and was amused because they reminded him of Larry, Curley, and Moe. He leaned over and whispered his observation to Terri, and she admitted the similarities made the three thugs appear less threatening. Moe was clearly the leader and was quite annoyed with his inept comrades. Curley was a
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