4.

It's only been ten days and I am actually allowing this to happen. A friend request offered, and I accepted, almost as soon as the alert arrived. Troy has sent a friend request. I had not known of any Troy. I went straight to his photo section of his media page. Handsome guy, definitely cute in a fuckable way, if these photos are actually his.

Thing is, if there is a shared existence on some plain or other, and if I am in search of he who is that other half, then could he be looking for me too? So, my logic here is ... what if he is searching for me? And what are the chances that this could be him? Only one way to find out, right?

Ten days, yeah that's quick though I wasted a lot less time with my yacht friend. Look at how that went though. I choose the café at a time I figured barista boy would be on. Barista boy is hardly the fellow I dream about, so, I've left him be. At that though, if there is anything untoward about this Troy guy then I guess barista boy will have my back. At least I hope so. Then again, if this Troy person is to be Mister Right, the personification of he who lives in my dreams then I wouldn't want barista boy getting in the way, trying to prevent a future from coming true.

Attraction is at least fifty percent of the deal, right? For many, it would be so much higher. If I am to spend my life with a partner, dream or otherwise, I'd want to at least be able to get on with him on a personal level. Barista boy might be a nice guy, but he works in a coffee shop. Nigel, may not be the most exotic name in the world, though he is well chiselled and of course, has that yacht of his, and now there is ... Troy, heck yeah.

He was better looking in person than from his pictures and because they were mostly headshots, I had NOT expected the man that walked into the cafe. I had suspected that the body shots were photoshopped, possibly not though. He may be covered up, it is clear however, that he is fairly ripped. Yeah, I know, searching online for my soul mate is a recipe for disaster but if it gets me to the desired effect, then all is well and good, but then, he did find me, not the other way around.

Anyhow, I stood as he came closer, his face breaking into a broad smile and then he spoke. Yes, it was his voice. Messenger begun text only, it didn't take long for voice messages to come then actual calls. Oh god, THIS is the guy I was meeting? The one who I'd been talking to for all of ten days? It had seemed longer in many ways and shorter in others. Sharing our stories, minds, and humour? My mouth dried and felt my stomach fall into my shoes. Oh, if he is the guy, I hope he might be then wow. How will I know if he is the guy I dream about? I'll just feel it I guess.

'Hi, how are you? he asked as easily as if we have known each other for some time, perhaps we have.

Troy was indeed the full six feet two inches of the height his profile suggested, but there was nothing in there about how his broad well-built shoulders filled out his top, nor was there anything to suggest he is a little older than that profile pic. It is not a whole lot more but still. The jeans he wore were tight against his thighs and his package was obvious. Had he come here already slightly aroused? Or perhaps he just likes what he sees? Probably thinks he is onto a certainty here. Perhaps, perhaps not, is it really for me to say.

In that too, if he has stepped right out of those dreams of mine then he has had them too, I guess it would make sense that there is arousal. And if we are each other's destiny, it would make sense we both dream the same dreams. I have kinda dressed for the occasion though. Not to be too full of myself, I'd be more than a decent catch, and my more than ample breasts are on display, my top tight fitting and so on. I am not trying to hide them, just the opposite. Top heavy and slim, with curves in all the right places, and a cleavage to offer alternate placement options.

He reached out a hand to me and I raised mine.

'Good to meet you' I said quietly.

A handshake? Too soon for a hug, besides, don't want him getting harder just yet, if that is a possibility, especially if what's there is in its natural relaxed position.

'And here too' he answered. The voice is as sultry and slick as what I heard over the internet connection, in person though, there is just something a little more to it. He is not wasting time either. His glances are quite obvious, partly my doing, I guess.

'I've already grabbed a bite to eat, did you want to grab a coffee or something? I asked.
Troy nodded, slipping his backpack off his shoulders. He smiled easily baring white straight teeth, moving off to order a coffee.

Uncomfortable, I shuffled in my chair and looked around the cafe. Three women watched Troy walk in and move around. He seemed completely oblivious to the big wishful looks from the women in the cafe. I looked at his back, noticing the muscled shoulders outlined by his rugby shirt.

'Well, he's dishier in person,' I thought to myself.

I wasn't sure why that bugged me so much. Troy was good looking in his pictures but in person, holy crap he was drop dead gorgeous, even if that little bit older!

I looked over at the closest woman, she gave me the 'you fucking lucky bitch' look, and more than half thinking that I was to get some before the day was out. Could just as well be thinking of me as a young slut, but I'm not having that. Their jealousy has no room in my being. Barista boy walked off till when Troy approached to place an order. Of course, Troy is unaware that there might be the slightest something between me and the member of staff. If the ladies can make anything on that then such would enhance that slut thought that they must be having.

I've been confiding with Karen. Without the cheese of it, she is my BFF, sister from another Mister and all that. We do have each other's back, but ya know, some things just are, and I need to go experience them for myself without judgement. I believe, no. I know I am following a path. There may be a wrong turn or two along the way and I know Karen will be around when that happens but tonight ... As it is, at least someone knows about tonight, and to his credit, Barista boy isn't happy about it.

In fact, Barista boy moving away happened in such a manner that it had Troy ask the younger fellow 'is there a problem?'

Oh, this could be trouble. I should have foreseen something like this, but in all honesty, how could I? Knowing all too well that this question was asked of him, Barista boy stopped, paused a second or two before turning to his potential customer.

'No, no problem' he simply responded and went on about his business giving reason for another member of staff to serve Troy when it had been Barista boy's position to have taken the order.

I smiled, uncomfortably and swallowed hard when Troy eventually came back to the table with coffee in hand.

'I hope you are not a regular in here, if we manage to get anything good going, I don't think we'll be making a return to such a judging establishment. Speaking of which, I thought I might have missed you or something before I came in. I was looking around further up at a cafe across the road there.

'Oh' was all I could manage, probably sounding just as awkward as I imagined it had.

'Then I saw the sign of this cafe and came over. So, how was your trip down?'

I smiled and launched into describing my short journey to this cafe. I may previously have given the impression that I live a little further away than what I actually do. I spoke of the beautiful weather, lovely trip through the town park, and great of the plethora of birds there are in town at this time of year. Did I really use the word plethora?

He smiled added sugar to his coffee and nodding as I spoke. God his teeth were so straight, and his blue eyes twinkled. They actually twinkled!

Troy and I had had kinda actually indirectly crossed paths with each other months before. A charity speed dating night set up to raise funds for the town's children's hospital. We did not have the opportunity to converse that night and I had not really paid enough attention to all in attendance to really take notice of him. A temporary online chat facility had been set up for those who did not acquire a match on the night.

Oddly, it was still active ten days ago. I was bored, home alone and decided to have a look out of curiosity. I wasn't expecting anything for I was sure it would no longer be active. I had a kind of business card from the speed dating night which had the link to the site. I don't know what I had been expecting to be honest.

Anyhow, a main chat room was entered into. I heard of these things, and they were commonplace years ago but anyhow. I entered with a username I even cringed at, type a simple hi and almost instantly a separate box opened up which meant that whoever initiated this box, along with myself, could have a one-on-one chat privately and away from everyone else who had chosen to come to this thing.

He didn't waste time and things escalated quickly. It got quite hot and the pair of us had wanted to meet ever since then. But God, had I known he was THAT gorgeous. I might have chickened out. It could have been anyone behind the text, but I accepted it for what it appeared to be. Let aside the thoughts that this person may not be a creep and allow the idea of it being the guy I dream off, I let it flow.

The age too, it's not a deal breaker, it's five years at most, older than I expected, still there is an element there of not being straight up. Some things can be set aside, with how things are, perhaps there is a willingness to set a little too much aside.

Troy stirred his sugar in slowly. There was cream on the lip of his mouth, and I had the distinct urge to wipe it up. Oh, who am I kidding, I wanted to launch myself across the table to lick it off his face!

'So, what do you want to do now?' he asked suddenly.

It threw me off and I stammered, and knowing what I wanted to say, kinda, I allowed for anything to come out of me.

'Um' shrugging provocatively, so I hoped, 'I hadn't thought about it. We could drop this gear off at the cabin you told me about ... if you want?'

Troy smiled, gulping his coffee down.

'Thought you never ask', my jaw nearly dropped at the suggestiveness in his comment.

I guess I half expected him to run a mile, in truth I knew better. I smiled and stood, leading him out of the café without so much as throwing a look Barista boy's way. I'm sure he took notice, or at the very least would have been informed by a colleague of just how I left.