I had travelled all of this way, just to meet you. I feel excited and nervous all at once.Excited because we will finally get to meet, to talk to each...other, look at each other, feel each other. .. Nervous because no matter how confident I might come across, I'm really not. I'm shy, and I'm scared that you might not like what you see in me.I unpack my case in the quiet hotel room, the music in the background is slow and has a calming effect on my nerves. I pull out my new black dress. It's. My fantasy of seeing her with another man, it was always there, if only in my mind. Through our twenties I would fantasise of it secretly. I had no intention of ever telling her because I had no intention of ever sharing her. This was similar through most of my thirties but over the past few years I have found a change in my thoughts. Such is the mind with experience but I began to seriously consider the act. Obviously the more I contemplated actually doing it, the more obsessed I became with. I learned when I was a teenager that it was a bad idea. Love that is forced like that is not very rewarding. I truly had forgotten I could even do that until you mentioned what that boy did to you. I would never do that to anyone," I assured her.I decided it was time to switch subjects."Sammi... what were you doing walking the streets that late at night?" I asked. She looked at me, startled."I don't know. I couldn't sleep, and just decided to get some air," she murmured. I looked at her. I was captivated. She must have thought I was a right creep, but then again she was probably used to people staring at her everywhere she went.“Hi there.” I looked up, she was looking at me inquisitively. “Can I help you?” She asked.“Um, er-” I was stuck for words. “I.. I'm sorry.” I managed to mumble. Oh yeah real smooth. Moron. She moved front the corner to the seat in the middle. Ah crap I was in for it, she was going to scream at me for being a pervert on this bus of crowded people. My.