It's early in the evening. The sun in getting low in the sky, but it is still a chilly January day in Philadelphia. After a long day of travel, I rest on the soft-as-concrete bed in my forty-dollars-a-night motel. I check the clock. 4:06. Great. A whole twenty-four minutes until I meet my knight in shining armour (or maybe in nothing if I'm lucky). As I sit, I reflect on my past with Daniel Keem, and how at the age of 19 I fell in love with that beautiful, handsome man the moment I laid eyes on him. That was 3 years ago. I've been waiting to meet him for so long I can't help but excite myself with a few DramaAlert videos on my laptop. Every word he speaks is like a hot knife on butter, and is delivered with a silky, soft tone that ruptures my bosom and excites my uterus. I look at the clock again: 4:23. Damn! Can time move any slower? I get up and mosey over to the mirror and make sure my hair is pretty and I look ripe for the picking. All good to go. I make my way to the door and lock up. I stroll across the street to the Chik-Fil-A where we arranged to meet. I check my phone: 4:29. This is it. Be cool, don't screw it up, I tell myself as I take a seat at a table for two. I take off my beanie and my jacket, and I take out my phone to make sure I look good and pretty, and then I see him. Daniel Keem stands in the doorway and a smile spreads across his face. He walks over to me and sits down. A flurry of pheromones hit me and my cheeks go red. "H-h-hi Danny." I say nervously. "Please, call me Keem." He replies. I can feel a rush of emotion take over my body, and I giggle uncontrollably. "You know you have the cutest laugh." He says. I feel myself start to melt. "Jamie, is it? I've been looking forward to meeting you.". Oh my god. He said my name. I try to speak, but I'm at a loss for words. "I guess you don't talk much huh." He breaks the silence. Uh oh. That's not good. I think of something but my brain is so cluttered I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. Uh, uh, "You're sexy". I couldn't think of anything better than that? He sits blankly. My skin turns white and I gasp for air. He gives me a sort of gnome-like smirk, and gestures me to lean towards him. "I think you're sexy too." He says. The color enters my skin again and my eyes grow large with anticipation. We keep talking and order some food. We eat, and we sit. He asks where I'm staying while I'm in town, and with a mouthful of food, I tell him "ri acraw tha sree", and I point to the shitty motel. Keem nods. He pays for the meal and takes me by the hand. We leave the restaurant and I can feel my soul start to sink as we approach the motel.
