It's been around 2 months since I started this venture that is the internet scene. Talked to a few really wonderful people, some interesting characters, and some that should not be allowed amongst the general public.

I was always looking for someone with an edge, imagination and intelligence. So the first man I ever chatted with fit the mold perfectly, he was my "brooding writer". An interesting person, perhaps a bit intense but that is just a beacon for me. We talked for a bit, a few phone calls were made and an interesting night in my car on the phone with him. When it came time for a coffee date....he was sick. And we rescheduled for the next week. On that day, a week later, he was still sick. I took it for what it was, wished him good health and then deleted his number from my phone. Not angry in anyway, but also took it as a "not interested" situation. After the first little while, and not a phone call from him, I suspected I was right. But by that time I had found the "xoxo dirty boy". An interesting and wonderful character. The brooding writer forgotten. Although I do have to give him credit, he inspired me to start a blog and just write.

Then an interesting situation came my way. I found the brooding writer on my internet doorstep. He was excited to have found me again, I guess he ended up losing my number and was wondering why I had not called him back. We agreed to meet for coffee today. Correction, he wanted me to come to his apartment, I suggested coffee.

So I'’m here....doing it. Im sitting at Blendz, trying to not notice my hands shaking. Looking around at the sea of people wondering which one is him, will I recognize him from his pictures. Now I'm wishing I was wearing a different shirt. You start to question all your ideas before you left the house. You tried to be cool and casual, saying to yourself, "“it's me, it's all he gets.. Yet now you notice a piece of cat hair, the general appearance you were going for. But now it looks sloppy, unorganized and just not "“meeting a man off the internet"” worthy.

Still I sit, and try not to look like I'm searching out the crowd. Trying to elongate my body sitting down. Will he come? Will this curiosity be over with? Or will I leave here, everyday exactly the same?

No sign yet. My dear god, I just spilt coffee on my shirt. That’s it I'm running...fast!

Ok still here, but I'm not taking another sip! He promised a kiss before hello, and even at the coffee shop I wonder if I'm to expect it. Should I swallow my gum? Women are way too analytical.

A lady just commented on my laptop. Not a subsitute to a brooding writer, but I will take it. So I think I will wait until five, it seems like a goodly amount of time to wait. I'm not nervous yet, just way to anxious.

The plutonic love of my life. James, doesn't know about the internet thing. I just saw him walk past with a few grocery bags. I'm quickly trying to make myself invisable, although picking a coffee shop 2 blocks from his house may not have been the best laid plan. He is going to see my car. He walked past, but he has to pass my car, parked right in front of his place! Ok back to trying to look relaxed. Foot is asleep, do I chance standing to greet the brooding writer if he comes right now?

So many languages around me, I love people watching downtown. Ok no sign of James coming back up yet. And no sign of brooding writer. Tick Tock.

Well after what I have done in the last few weeks, this would not be undeserved. To be stood up, embarrassed, probably would do me some good. Kate is out of control, and I need to bring her in and make her behave.

Fifteen minutes to go.

I'm starting to feel relaxed. My head is swarming with ideas, if he knows that I meant this Blendz, if I got the hotel he works at right. Questioning everything, but yet feeling calm. The only thing that's going to be a bitch, is after telling a few customers that my extra seat is taken, I'd have to stand up and leave the shop. Never looking back.

Ten minutes.

Hmmm, the calm is settling in. I think I know how this will turn out. Now my only decision, do I go see James, or go home get comfy and enjoy the malebashing arena that are my girls.

Six minutes.

Yet now I'm confused. Why bothering to get me to call at all? What would have happened if I ended going to his apartment. He claimed it would take him 3 minutes to get here.

So now it's five, do I go? Is this a clear sign? Thirty minutes, is that too short?

So I think it'’s done, I called James. He is coming to meet me and I'm going to have to explain to him what the hell I'm doing. How do I do that? He is going to get a kick out of this.

Called my brooding writer, opps. Had to know if something had gone wrong. He thought I was meeting at Blendz by his apartment not the hotel. He will be here in 15 min....and oh look, here comes James.

So after all is said and done, after the few I have really begun to think fondly of, it's my first experience that I'm meeting.

Interesting how things turn out.