I managed to order another drink. I just tipped my glass up at the bartender and another one appeared that I paid for. I took a sip of it, that quickly turned into a couple of gulps. I didn’t taste very good, so I was drinking it fast to get it down. I hated to wait, especially when so much was on the line.

I was nervously sitting at a small table in a bar with a name that I couldn’t pronounce. I was waiting for Craig to get here. It was one of those moments that I knew was going to change my life, I just don't know how yet. That was a lot to put on one meeting, but everything with Craig had led to this moment.

Craig and I met when I was in a bad place. He had been a light, at the end of the tunnel and now I was finally going towards that light. It was unnerving at best and I couldn’t steady my nerves.

Our relationship started out with us talking through my job. I sold pharmaceuticals and he was a doctor that wanted to know a little bit more about one of the new medications that my company was offering. It was my call and the first thing I noticed was this gravelly voice.

It was strange how quickly we we're talking about more than just prescription drugs. After a few times, talking on the phone, he asked me if he could call me outside of work. It had been a strange request, certainly something that I hadn't gotten before, but for some reason I told him yes. To this day, I really don't know why I did it, but I knew that there had to be a reason.

I was hoping that me being here, thousands of miles away from home, waiting for a voice and little picture on a phone, was the reason that we’d met. It was something that I couldn’t imagine doing, but I was here, in this tiny little bar, surrounded by people that I couldn’t even understand because I didn’t speak their language.

This place was not at all like I was used to and I found myself getting more and more nervous of how this was all going to pan out. I was excited to be here of course, but there was something else that made me more nervous than anything else. I was here to meet Craig for the first time and I was scared to death. It wasn’t the environment that scared me, but the what-ifs of a meeting that was anticipated more than anything else I can remember in my life. The environment was a distraction, more than anything else. The discomfort made me more aware of everything. My eyes kept cutting to the door when I heard it creak open, hoping it was Craig.

I felt like everyone was looking at me because I stuck out like a sore thumb. Not having dark hair, dark skin and dark eyes like everyone else around me, didn’t help. My hair was blonde, and my eyes were bright blue. It was easy to tell that I didn't belong here, or at least that's how it felt to me at the moment. Where the heck was Craig? He needed to get here.

When I heard my name being spoken, my heart melted a little bit. It was Craig. I could tell just by the voice. It was the voice of his, the raspy, deep nature of it effecting me to my core. He was finally here.

I turned around and saw the man that I'd been talking to on the internet for months. He was taller and more muscular than I thought he was. I never got to really judge how big he was from the phone. But now I could see that he was a hulk of a man and the same wry smile was on his lips. I can’t believe he was here. I was stunned into silence, not sure how to react in this moment.

When we first started talking, I knew that it was going to be different to be in a long-term relationship with someone who was so different in culture than I was. But after months of talking, we had finally decided to meet. I was thankful then that he was exactly how he looked in his picture and our face chats. It made me hope that what he had said was true as well. Could he really be real? I’d thought, more than once, that Craig was too good to be true.

I stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. That wasn't enough for Craig though and he pulled me into his arms; his dark, strong arms and kissed me on my lips. It was what we had both been waiting for, and I have to say that it was better than I expected.

His tongue pressed between my lips and started to dance with my own. My senses were assaulted by his taste and smell that surrounded me. He was taking over all of me and I was gasping for breath as when he finally pulled away.

It took me a minute to right myself. I was feeling a bit dizzy from the way he’d held me and kissed me like he had been doing it a lifetime. I had to steady myself against the small metal table, before my legs gave way.

“You came.”

“Of course, I did Craig. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time. You are just like I imagined you would be. This is kind of surreal to see you here, standing in front of me.”

My voice was a little shaky because I was still damaged by his kiss. There was a lot that we had talked about, and a lot of it had been sexual, and now I knew the truth. The truth was that we had a chemistry between us that was hard to deny. We had talked on the phone, did some face chatting, but this was something altogether different. Now I could feel his hard body against mine, and the way his soft lips pressed against mine was more than I had expected. How could we have such a chemistry when we had just met?

“Why don't we get out of here Jeanine? I have somewhere that I'd like to show you.”

From the look in his eyes, it wasn't hard to see what it was that he wanted. He wanted what we had talked about so many times before, when both of us were horny in the middle of the night. Now that the day was here, and he was in front of me, it was hard not to be a little nervous.

“Don't you want to stay here for a little while? We can have a drink or something.”

“I think you have had enough to drink, and I am ready for something more Jeanine, aren't you?”

I said that I was, but at the same time, my body was shaking, and I sat back down in my chair before I fell over. I was sure I would. There wasn't a lot for me to do at the moment, but to look at the man in front of me and wonder what was going to happen next. It was rather clear what he wanted.

He sat down next to me because he didn't really have a choice. There wasn't a lot left of the drink in front of me, but he was right when he said that I’d had enough. I felt good, a little too good, but I was trying to chase away the nerves that rocked my body and my mind. I had played over what could go wrong too many times.

“I see that you are wearing your dress I like so much. You know that I like that skirt very much.”

I was a little shocked at his forwardness, but I shouldn't have been. This is how he had always been, and it was a lot harder to deal with in person. I could feel his eyes on me and I knew that he was going to make me be naughty. As he pulled his chair closer to me, making a noise at the legs scraping across the floor, I knew that I was in trouble.

Craig's hands went under the table and I slapped it back. This was not going to end well if I let him have his way. I remembered one conversation in particular that I didn’t want to live and it was one that made me weak to even think about it. I had to get off of that track while we were here in public.

When his fingers ran across my skin, I could feel goosebumps running over me. It had been so long since I'd been touched and paired with the words that we had said to each other on the phone, the plans that we had made, it was hard not to be affected. The only problem was that we were surrounded by people and he was going to be the death of me.

“You have to stop Craig, someone is going to see what we're doing. They are going to hear me.”

He frowned at me and told me that I wasn’t being any fun. I was still trying to get over the kiss and the immediate response of my body. This was not how I wanted this to go. I thought I would have more time, more romance. He was driving me crazy on purpose. I was sure of it.

“You are only prolonging the inevitable. You know that right?”

I agreed, but at the same time, I was still getting over the fact that he was right here in front of me. How long had we both waited for this moment?