Anticipation

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It has been a long time since I've anticipated meeting someone.  The last guy that I remember that I felt nervous about meeting was VODKA, a 6'3" tall, light skinned brotha who made me nervous whenever I merely glanced at his pictures on the Internet. 

It was early 2001, and he was on the east coast and coming to Chicago for a funeral.  We talked on the telephone a few times, and the conversation was good.  We exchanged about six sets of pictures on the Internet and every picture he sent me looked better than the next.  When he arrived in Chi-town, we agreed to hook-up.

Since he had a rental car, we decided to meet for lunch at my place.  I hate to admit it, but due to what I thought were his stunning good looks--I bitched out and agreed to cook lunch for him.  But, I wanted to impress him, so I ordered take-out from this great neighborhood Italian restaurant, and put the food in a pan to make me look like gourmet domestic phenom Martha Stewart.  (Plus, I didn't want my house to have that "cooking smell"--so I killed two birds with one stone.)

I was so excited to see how he looked, I couldn't keep myself still.  I paced back and forth in my apartment--an apartment that I cleaned thoroughly in anticipation of my guest.  When my apartment bell rang, I could hardly keep my composure. In my heart, I knew that he was going to be fine.  I had no doubt...

I buzzed him in.  And when I saw him walking up my stairs, he looked better than his fine Internet ohotos.  He was sporting a dark, thick moustache and goatee and lips that made LL Cool J's mouth look like ash.  And he smelled unbelievably wonderful.  I while couldn't identify the cologne, all I wanted to do was get closer to him.

That afternoon, we made out for about an hour on my living room sofa.  And our hands were all over each another.  We retired to my bedroom and got naked for about ten minutes where I got a chance to see him reveal a nice plump piece. 

But we didn't get to do anything sexual.  He had to go.  Before we got on my bed he told me that he had to be leaving soon. He said that we would meet later, but in my heart I knew that we wouldn't. 

I called him later that night, and he didn't answer. I called him the next day.  Again, no answer.  I felt anxious and couldn't get my mind off of him.  After a while, I knew he had returned to the east coast.  When he got back home, he called me a few times and apologized for not re-connecting.  But it didn't really matter at that point.

I placed the shirt that I had worn the day we met in a plastic bag, because it still smelled like his cologne. While I was on the phone with him, I sniffed the shir and I was instantly transported back to the moment when our soft lips were intertwined.

While I smelled the shirt, I wondered, Why did I have such a strong reaction to this man?  Would I have had such strong feelings for him if I had met him on the street?  Or was there something about the anticipation?  Was there something about the build-up of seeing him on the Internet and then finally meeting him that made my desire for him burn that much deeper?

Anticipation is a funny thing. 

I've recently met another guy on the Internet from the same east coast city a VODKA.  His picture on the Internet, even though it doesn't show his entire face, reveals a stunning body and a beautiful set of lips.  He said that he isn't looking for strings--yet our telephone conversations have been intense and full of this sensuality.  And I love how candid and upfront he was about talking about sex.  A big turn on.

Based on our conversations, he was definitely looking for a deeper connection with someone.  So we decided to meet last night.  I had another date with anticipation.  But this time I was a little older, and wiser.  And when I went to let him into my apartment, my eyes grew wide and my eyebrows raised at what stood in front of me...

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Comments

[summer]

oh my. these cliff hangers are gonna be the death of me.

[JayJay]

I am so upset that you left us hanging like that....

DAMN....

I'm a closeted fan from your city--by the way.

[Reddy]

U and those cliffhangers... lol

[Ricky]

I am sitting here at work reading this and waiting on the conclusion. I know its gone be a good one.

[TJ]

I have a date with anticipation everytime you leave us with a cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!

[carl]

Damn u, Bernard Bradshaw! ...LOL! Getting me all riled up b4 the weekend ... then puling the plug ...