Chelsea was an eighteen year old senior in high school that lived with her mother in a small suburb just outside of Philadelphia. She could never see herself dating or being with a boy her own age. The boys in school were like kids or brothers to her, definitely not boyfriend material.
As beautiful as Chelsea was, she never had a boyfriend in high school and didn't even go to her senior class prom. Chelsea wanted a man and not a young boy from school that had just finished puberty. Chelsea wanted someone experienced, wise, knowledgeable. She wanted someone that knew a little something about life already. She did not want an eighteen year old boy that had just gotten his drivers license and couldn't wait to make out with a girl from school in his parents car on a school night.
Needless to say, Chelsea knew absolutely nothing about courting, dating, or how to have a physical or sexual relationship with someone. Chelsea refused to get into a boyfriend girlfriend relationship merely for the experience. She knew it wouldn't feel right at all so Chelsea came to terms with being single all throughout high school. It never bothered her much being alone like that because she had plenty to keep herself busy with. The closer it got to graduation however, the more she desired having a boyfriend. And the last thing Chelsea wanted was to still be a virgin when she entered into college.
Gaining this sexual experience before college in the fall seemed important to Chelsea. She couldn't explain it, but something inside of her was constantly saying, "you need to experience love, before you go to college." That phrase was always at the front of every thought and action Chelsea had made during her senior year in high school. She didn't know why it was so important, but if her brain was telling her something over and over and over and over again, then it must be important in some way.
Graduation was only four weeks away and after that she knew that having any time for a boyfriend would not come easy. Chelsea was already registered as a counselor for the all girls summer camp that would exhaust all of her free time for having any sort of fun. And directly after summer camp, she would be moving into a Drexel college coed dormitory. So the four weeks before graduation was her only chance to get some sort of sexual experience under her belt.
Desperate times meant taking desperate measures. Four weeks before graduation, Chelsea posted a personal ad on Craigslist. She didn't have the time to sift through endless amounts of pictures on dating websites. Chelsea needed some fast action and Craigslist was her best bet. She wasn't completely naive though, she knew that 80% or more of the replies she would get wouldn't be serious inquiries. And a small fraction would probably also be down right scary.
However, even if she only got two or three potential suitors, that was a good enough start to get the ball rolling. Something inside her always told her that she would meet her future husband and soulmate while attending college. She couldn't explain it, but that constant feeling surrounding college, was always nagging at her from somewhere deep inside her mind. It was as if a spell had been cast on her, and now she had a constant reminder of her fate, once in college.
Having that strong of a notion, that no matter what you do, this thing was eventually going to happen, truly scared Chelsea. She didn't like the feeling of not being in control of her future. And she REALLY didn't like being forced to discredit anything she would normally label as a coincidence. She didn't necessarily believe in God or that the world was going to end any time soon. The only singular for certain, that Chelsea believed in 100%, was that she would meet her soulmate while at college.
Chelsea couldn't explain it, and she tried, multiple times. It was more than just a feeling or a strong possibility. To Chelsea, knowing she would meet the one person meant for her for the rest of her life, was more like an absolute truth. She just knew that it was/is/going to happen, period. Like the universe had already predestined it to become. There was no sense in fighting it or trying to change the outcome, because in Chelsea's mind, this "event" has already happened...the universe was just waiting for Chelsea to catch up with it.
Pretty deep thought for an eighteen year old, but Chelsea always felt that she was an old soul, passed down through generations.
Making the ad was really easy and kind of fun as well. Her ad read, "young, eighteen year old straight white girl seeks thirty to forty five year old man for first time physical relationship before going to college. Must be willing to meet in designated public place of my choosing for initial meeting. Only considers man after strict screening process. Must provide full name, picture ID or drivers license and be willing to have background check done, before any fun can begin."
Chelsea also posted a photo of herself with the ad hoping no one she knew would happen to see it. She posted a picture of herself wearing light blue yoga pants, a tight white tank top, and standing barefoot in the grass. Chelsea was an absolute vision of vibrance, beauty, and innocence. She was five foot five inches tall, thin, sleek, with long auburn hair that she normally had in one long French braid. Her skin was very fair with a slightly pale complexion. She had perfect eyes, a perfect smile and average womanly features for her young age. The only thing Chelsea didn't like about herself was that she had tiny moles all over her body. None of them were really big or unattractive, she would have just preferred to not have so many of them.
Upon request, she was willing to send some more revealing pics, but nothing that showed her completely naked. The pics were all pretty tasteful, but at the same time, very sexy. She had closeups of her petite, white nail polished, bare feet and one close-up of her face including her sensual neckline. Chelsea was about as close to looking like an angel as you would ever find on earth.
Chelsea loved to show off her petite sporty body by wearing much skimpier clothes than her mother would have liked her to wear. Chelsea had played field hockey for her high school during her junior and senior years of school and liked to run often to keep her body thin and sleek. Three times a week she would get up at 5am to do a one or two mile run before going back home to shower and get dressed for school.
Given Chelsea's extremely tight schedule during her average week, it was a surprise that she found time to even post an ad on Craigslist. With the added extra stuff that went along with graduating in four weeks, Chelsea slept maybe six hours every night. On the weekends she would try to catch up on lost sleep whenever she could, just like her mother would do frequently.