Pineappleman: Did I scare you off?
Curves: No, I’m thinking about it…
Pineappleman: What’s to think about? We’ve been talking for months. I like you, I think you like me.
Curves: What if we don’t like each other once we meet. Then what?
Pineappleman: I guess we’ll never know unless you say yes.
Ugh! Why can’t I have the nerve to say yes. He’s totally sexy from what I can see in his pics. Which leads me to wonder what he’s doing talking to me.
It sounds stereotypical, but he appears as though he would be with that bitch in 7C. His hair is dark I think. He is wearing a beanie in all the pics I have seen of him. He doesn’t look like he’s a body builder or anything. I guess he’s average, but definitely not big like me.
Pineappleman: What are we watching tonight?
We have this thing where we watch one TV show together every few nights. Well we watch it at the same time and text about it.
Curves: Vikings?
Pineappleman: I could go for some raiding on the peaks of your body.
I’m blushing. He’s such a tease.
Curves: Seriously?
Pineappleman: I could come over.
Wow, he’s never offered to come to me. He usually asks me to meet him at a park or something. We haven’t even exchanged real names. We still only have screen names to go by. What if he’s a weirdo crazy person that meets women online then cuts them up or something? It’s happened. Or what if he becomes obsessed with me and stalks me?
Maybe I am being dramatic but a girl can never be too safe.
Pineappleman: Or Not :(
Well, this isn’t my place. If he’s a crazy I can just go home…
Curves: Okay.
Pineappleman: No joke?
Curves: I’m at Arbors on Old Hickory.
Pineappleman: The condos?
Curves: Yeah, you know them?
Pineappleman: You could say that. I’ll text you when I’m close.
I pop off the couch in a mad dash to put my outfit from earlier on and apply fresh deodorant after brushing my teeth. Beans is following me around and watching my every move. Little clinger.
Not even five minutes have passed when I get a text.
Pineappleman: I’m by the entrance.
Shit! That was fast.
Curves: I’m in building 7 apartment F.
Deep breaths. I put Beans in his crate so he can’t run out on me again. Another glance over my appearance in the mirror, I determine I don't have any lipstick on my teeth. I feel positive.