It was 11am. I stood outside the hotel room, staring at the door. The door. The only barrier between me and the man I’d been seriously, heavily flirting with online for two weeks. Online. That made me sound like a coward and turned this into something that needed an intervention. But I persisted. I stood there, nervous, shaking with anticipation. Steeling myself, I straightened my glasses for the third time, smoothed out some wrinkles in my t-shirt and knocked once, twice, three times. And waited.

Finally, the door swung open. There he stood. He was gorgeous. He looked annoyed until he recognized me. I cracked a small smile. His grin grew until it reached ear to ear. His eyes narrowed.

“I thought you were supposed to be in school,” he said, suspiciously.

“They canceled classes on account of you being so damn hot,” I said. The reality is that I had skipped several key classes, but I didn’t want to put a damper on this. He was so perfect!

He chuckled at that a little bit.