Throbbing pain coursed through my legs as I stood on the train, slightly shaking with nerves and surrounded by people, knowing I was off to meet a stunning woman for the first time. And we weren`t planning to take it slow, yet I was still terrified. Nothing can quite compare to the fear of meeting a total stranger for sex, wondering how its going to go, or whether she even exists or its an elaborately concocted robbery. Yet there I stood, like your average bear surrounded in the busy train having lost my seat begrudgingly to an old lady, alas one has to be the gentleman. Time passes simultaneously slow and fast, yet before I knew it i was in front of the wooden door of the apartment building where she lived. Checking again the little gold plackard did indeed display the correct number I knocked twice, half terrified, but forcing myself to go ahead as I knew it`d be worth it. Then she greeted me: Platinum blonde hair down to her elbows and clearly hairsprayed to 3 times its usual time
