As Jill put on her make up she wondered to herself. "What would Bob be like? Would he look like his picture that he posted in Cyber Space? Or would he look a lot different?" Even although Jill had never met Bob, she felt as if she knew him well. Jill loved reading all of Bob's romantic journals he posted in Cyber Space. Through emails and PM's they got to know each other well. When things had not gone well on the job or in their personal lifes, they were both there for each other to console one another. As time went on, they felt a closeness to each other. They shared their good days and bad days as well with each other. After a very short while they both felt as if they needed each other. They were meeting for breakfast this morning. She just wanted to see Bob face to face at last. At this point Jill didn't even care if Bob really looked like his picture or not. But she just had a craving to be able to reach out and touch Bob in the flesh. Jill, then started to wonder to herself. She thought. "What is Bob's voice like? What kind of a walk does he have? What kind of a dresser is he?" Now Jill was feeling a bit aprehensive. She thought. "What am I doing? I'm about to have breakfast with someone that I never met. Never touched. And never seen." But yet, something inside her, just told her, that, she had to meet Bob. As Bob came out of the shower. He thought. "Oh, what am I doing? I'm about to have breakfast with someone I met in Cyber Space. What will I say? What will I do? How do I behave? Should I kiss her? Should I hug her? So many questions, but so few answers." As Bob finished drying himself, he sprayed himself with some anti-perspirant, then he sprayed himself an extra time thinking to himself. "I may need an extra shot of anti-perspirent today." Yes Bob was a wreck, but he had to meet his Cyber Space girl, just at least once. He dressed and hailed a cab. He told the cab driver. "Take me to the Metropolitan Museum Of Art". The cab driver asked. "The main entrance or the one closer to the Fountain Restaurant?" Bob said. "Yes, the one closest to the Fountain Restaurant. I'm meeting somewhere there for breakfast." The cab driver asked. "Business breakfast?" Bob said. "No, I'm seeing a girl there I met on the web." The cab driver laughed and said. "Oh, sought of a cyber blind date." Bob said. "Yeah, sort of." Then the cab driver said. "I hope she's what you expect her to be and you're not fooled like me." Bob asked. "Fooled?" The cab driver replied. "Yeah, I went out with this dynamite girl. And after a night on the town, she took me back to her place. I ran my hands through her hair. And then her wig fell off. And I realized that she was completely bald." Bob replied. "Thanks, I really needed a confidence booster like that." The cab driver replied. "Just give her hair a tug early on, so you don't waste the whole day." Bob said. "I'll remember that." Then the cab driver said. "Were here. Go get her tiger." Bob said thanks. "Keep the change and buy your girl a new wig." The cab driver said. "Thanks and good luck buddy." Bob said. "Yeah, I'll need it." Bob walked in to the Fountain Restaurant and there she was, just like her picture. Bob let out a sigh of relief and gave her a big hug. Jill said. "Oh Bob, I've been waiting so long for this." Bob said. "You're radiant Jill, absolutely radiant." Jill stared into Bob's eyes and then she kissed him. Bob hugged her and then she wrapped her arms around him, until they realized that people were now staring at them. Bob said. "Sorry Jill, for a moment I forgot that we were in a crowded restaurant." Jill said. "I did to Bob. Lets order breakfeast and then go somewhere a little more private." They ate and talked, but food was not what they really craved. Both Bob and Jill were in lust for each other. They were like two wild cats in heat. They both tried to make small talk, but they both knew what they really wanted. No more key strokes, they now wanted each other in the flesh.
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