The next day, Ann and I texted all day while she was at work. We were flirting back and forth, which to me, was unbelievably surreal. When I say I have been crushing hard on this firl for 12 years, I mean it. She became the measuring stick for anyone else that I might consider dating. Like "yeah, she's cute, but she's no Ann". So the fact that she and I were talking, and not only that, FLIRTING! Was like a legitimate dream come true. I was positively floating like I never had before.
The day seemed like it was dragging. I was going to.see her after she got off of work, and it felt like that hour would.never approach, even though by this time, it was a mere 2 hours away. To pass the time, I started writing her poems. I hadn't really written anything since I was in my first real relationship, which was, by that time, about 15 years ago. So I may have been a tad rusty. If that was the case, she didn't let on. She told me that nobody had ever written her poems before. and that she really loved them. She told me that if I was trying to woo her, to keep doing, what I was doing. because it was working. It's hard to relay the feeling that I had hearing the girl that had been the source of all my dreams, say a thing like that. She told me that she loved the way that I wrote, and asked if poems were the only thing that I wrote. I told her that I could write a variety of different things. What she asked me next positively floored me! She asked if I could write dirty stuff. My jaw was on the floor at this point. I picked it up, collected myself, and replied with a yes.
Ann explained to me that she was very much disappointed that I was unable to participate in the fun with she and her dim, rapist husband. I explained to her to having a third person in the bed, was just too much for my anxiety to deal with. Since this isn't THAT kind of story, I won't go into too much detail, but suffice to say, there was a couple things that I was able to do to her.......with my face. I'll leave you to figure out what those things were. She said that she has never had anyone get her off the way that I did, and that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about it since. I told her that if she and I were to be alone, that I could do so much more than that. Her reply made my mouth go dry. "Well....you know that we're going to be alone when I get there after work right?". I didn't know what to say. She asked me if I could write her a story. A story about all the things that I wanted to do to her, and vice versa, when she got there. Holy shit! I couldn't believe it. So I did as she asked. She told me at that point, that she couldn't get here fast enough. She also told me that I better stick to EVERYTHING that I wrote in what I sent her. I told her that I absolutely would, and we continued to message back and forth until it was time for her to clock out. Time was crawling at this point. I was so nervous. I couldn't remember the last time I was this nervous. This girl did crazy things to me. All of which were good at this point. She left work and told.me that she was on her way. My heart started racing a mile a minute. The girl that I had been pining over for what seemed like forever was about to be at my house. Not only that, she wanted me. This was something that I thought would NEVER happen. I still wasn't convinced that it wasn't a dream. Things would eventually turn into a nightmare though. Things this good were just too good to last. Or even be true as it would turn out.

© Richie Croteau