The results were better than usual and I started an IM conversation with a 22-year-old coed just across town. Her name was Alicia and like me, she was bored to death. Even in an exciting college atmosphere, things can get very slow after 2am on a Wednesday. So we started chatting and by all her smiley faces and lol’s, I could tell I was making some progress. At first we just made friendly conversation about our hobbies and lives. We told each other stories and learned a little more about each other. As it turns out, we had a lot in common and got along quite well. Our chat got a little flirty after a while and we began to talk about fun and sexy topics. Neither of us had pics, so she asked me what I looked like. I gave my standard response, “I’m 5’10, 180. medium build, short brown hair, dark eyes, trimmed beard, smug grin… just your average college guy, but I make up for it with my charm and wit.” She lol’d and complimented me, saying that I “sounded” very cute. I thanked her and told her she was sweet to say so. I didn’t ask her what she looked like, though. I rarely do this. Seriously, I am much more concerned about who someone is than what they look like.
We continued to flirt some more and almost an hour went by before she started to complain of eyestrain. I didn’t want to seem pushy, even though I was getting very interested in her, so I asked he if she wanted me to let her go. I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me if I’d like to continue our talk on the phone. I jumped at the chance and she asked for my number. I sent it and we both signed off. Just a few seconds after I flopped down on my bed, the ph... Læs hele novellen
