Date with Destiny

I saw her across the restaurant. The place wasn't crowded. Really it was nearly empty. Was this her? The one I'd been messaging for so long? Her attire wasn't a dead giveaway. Trendy and sexy, yet contemporary. One of those outfits that makes you wonder if she's really horny or just following a fashion trend. I was nervous. We hadn't arranged a meeting or anything, I just happened to be in town. It seemed like forever since I had a good hard screw, and this was causing a bit of a mental cloud. I mean, really, there's no way this could be Mary, right? What are the odds of us just happening to be here at the same time. Like destiny or something. Oh wait. That crap never happens except in the bogative movies and tv shows. Sh*t. Here she comes. . . well, maybe not, maybe just passing by. She looked deep in my longing eyes and said "Andrew Blake?". Well, I'll be. No way in hell anyone but Mary would throw out the name of our favorite fetish film director. "Mary?" I said, with much effort to even utter it. She pressed her index finger to her lips "Shhh. Not so loud! Are you finished? Let's go for a walk." I cleared the table and held the door for her as we exited.

The afternoon sun was almost blinding, and I was about to ask where she wanted to go. Before I could say a thing she wrapped her arms around me tightly giving an instant boner. How long I'd yearned to meet her, and now I hadn't the ability to say anything. I knew someday we'd meet, but this trip was just a whim and it had been quite some time since I'd even received an email from her. Was this real, or just another stupid dream where I'd wake up as lonely and disappointed as ever?