He had the handwriting of a psychopath. That should have tipped me off right there. Looking back, there were other, smaller things. Your instead of you're, never capitalizing i, some rather sophomoric humor. But when you're instant messaging with someone, you make allowances. It's fast and furious; sometimes the fingers can't keep up with the brain.
When the invitation to meet came with those beautiful roses, I couldn't resist, even though part of me worried about how he knew where I worked.
This gobsmacked frozen moment in time is the reward I get for not paying attention to the signposts as they waved frantically at me from the online highway.
I'm so glad now that I didn't send the photo of me wearing that lacy black teddy. I felt myself flush head to toe at the idea. Looking at his earnest face as he sat clutching a carnation, the twin of the one in my hand, I knew it would have been the death knell of me and my career, and may have killed him as well.
I finally convinced my feet to carry me across the room to his table. I didn't sit down; I broke both the good and bad news to him as gently as possible and then fled with as much dignity as I could muster.
The bad news is I'll be blocking him from my email account. The good news is he got a B+ on the algebra quiz on Friday.