One could come across all kinds of strangers in the city, from the crazy old man who pushed his shopping cart down the alleyways, collecting his treasures from the dumpsters, to the gangs who shot rival gang members daily, to the black-clad goths who routinely his their faces with death masks. Everybody had something to prove, it seemed. So when I met this woman online, I took it in stride, even though she could in reality be somebody completely different. She had downloaded a picture of herself posing on a metal bench, looking directly at the camera. If the person I was chatting with was the same woman, then I had hit the jackpot. Tall, with dark brown hair tied back in a strip of leather, violet eyes, beautiful lips that seemed ever pouty. The dark clothes she wore hid a lot of her body, but I was very interested just from her face.
When I first started chatting with her exclusively, she had begun with a message, which simply, yet cryptically, stated: I have a Secret for you...
We had seemed to get along in the public chats, so I figured, it's not as if I was dating anybody, and I'd been so bored, working the crappier jobs of construction, coming to my one-bedroom apartment, so I went with it. I typed:
Is it a big secret?
With her user name, Shadowcat313, was her response:
Quite!
My user name was Concretejungle0490. I typed:
Don't keep me in the dark, Nickie!
S: Funny you should say it like that...
C: Come on, tell me!
S: Okay, but don't freak out, okay?
C: That depends on the secret.
A few minutes passed by before she responded.
S: I want us to meet.
I stopped. I had seen plenty of the news stories discussing online predators, and knew that this kind of thing could be dangerous. But it was much less common for a person to pick a grown man as prey. With my construction job came plenty of manual labor, so I had built up plenty of muscles. I would be twenty-one in almost a month. I decided that it might be interesting, if nothing else, and if the person suggesting this was an online predator, he or she would be more than a little reluctant about me. So...
C: Somewhere public would be okay.
S: There's a coffee shop over on Fifth. Do you know it?
C: The one next to the bakery?
S: Yup
I hesitated a few seconds, and then typed in an affirmative.
S: Eight thirty tonight?
'So soon?' I thought, and then shrugged. Best to get it out of the way.
C: Eight thirty is good.
S: C U There!
The private chat notified me that she had logged off, so I did the same. Looking at the time on the menu bar on my computer, I saw that I had a few hours. I made a small snack of a bowl of popcorn, watched a movie on TV, and waited for eight o'clock. I quickly began to have doubts about meeting someone I had met online. It could be anybody, just making up stories. Or worse, it could be some pervert. But I had agreed to it, so I'd see it through. The movie ended, and though I'd seen it before and liked it, my mind was elsewhere. The eyes in that picture, the sensuous lips, all the details I could glean from the picture swirled around in my mind. When I looked at the clock above the TV, I saw that more time had passed since my mind had wandered than while watching the movie. It was seven, and I looked down at myself. I was still wearing the same dirt-smeared clothes I had come home from work in, and I probably smelled pretty ripe, so I stripped down and took a shower, grumbling as usual at the water temperature, which probably hadn't gone above fifty degrees in years. I used plenty of soap and shampoo, making sure to get all the grit and concrete dust from my hair.
When I stepped out of the shower, I felt much better, and dressed in a pair of black jeans and a gray T shirt, pulling on an old but clean pair of work boots. Combing the mop of unruly black hair on my head into a semblance of style, I applied just a smidge of cologne and tucked my wallet in my front pocket, where it'd be harder to pick. I didn't have a car, just a dusty old motorcycle that I'd bought three years ago from one of the guys I worked with. It took a minute to get it started, but it did, and I swung between two cars stopped at the traffic light, ignoring the bleat of the horn from the cab behind me and muffled yelling not in English.
I drove past the coffee shop on Fifth, looking to see if she had maybe showed up early, eyeing the rest of the patrons for anything suspicious, hung a U, and then parked my bike where I could see it from the coffee shop. I could hear some trendy new band's song playing in the shop as I opened the door and walked in. Still looking around, I counted seven other patrons, plus about five or six more staring intently at their laptops. I saw nobody as yet who resembled the woman in the picture, so I ordered a Chai Tea and sat at an empty table near one of the large windows. The place was noisy with the sound of chatter, the pecking of fingers on laptop keyboards, mugs clacking as they were set down on the chipped tile tables, and the espresso machine whining as another coffee was steamed frothy.
I sat there at the table, sipping on my tea, waiting. According to the simple black watch on my wrist, it was only three minutes until eight-thirty, and I still saw didn't see the woman from the picture, the woman who called herself Nickie. I wiped my hand across my itching eyes, feeling pretty stupid, and when my hand came down, I almost jumped four feet in the air. As if materializing from nowhere, there she was.
"You look like you were waiting for someone," she folded her long fingers on the table in front of her. Well, at least it was her, and not something worse. In person, she looked much prettier than her picture revealed. She wore her hair up in the same ponytail, a purple strip of leather holding it up. Instead of black, she wore a long-sleeved blouse, purple and tight in all the right places, accentuating her medium-sized breasts. Her jeans were tight as well.
I guess I hadn't said anything yet, so she tilted her head to the left, curiously scrutinizing me.
"Maybe I was wrong...You're not waiting for somebody?"
I found my voice and answered, "Nickie... um, Shadowcat313."
She smiled revealing perfect, white teeth, "And you must be ConcreteJungle0490. It's nice to finally see you in person, Gary."
"Likewise," I replied, and asked if she would like a coffee or anything. She shook her head.
"No, I just picked this place because it's public. You never know if a person online is who he says he is."
I laughed, "I know. I was starting to wonder if you were going to show. Are you sure you wouldn't like something to drink?"
She shrugged, "Maybe later."
"So," I got to the point, "You told me you have a secret."
"Can we go for a walk?"
A walk with a woman I barely knew seemed odd. She saw my hesitation.
"You're not worried that I'm not who I say I am, are you?"
"No, you seem to be who you say you are. But how do you know I'm safe?"
She laughed, her voice musical, "I don't. I guess that just makes it more exciting."