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women talking to me for money and status. Using me, I guess.
StrawberryMom: I would guess that would get old and offensive after a while.
RealEstateBoss: It did and still does. I was just about to delete my profile from that site when you messaged me. I am glad I didn’t.
StrawberryMom: I’m glad you didn’t either. I actually like talking to you.
RealEstateBoss: The feeling is mutual, babe.
RealEstateBoss: Why don’t you stand up. Let me get a good look at you.
    I immediately start to blush and feel self-conscious. My body isn’t as nice as it once was. Long ago before kids and Colin and all the body issues he forced on me with his negative words. I must have been taking too long to reply because Wesley continues to chat before I have a chance to type out my reply.
RealEstateBoss: Come on. Don’t over think it. I just wanna see you.
StrawberryMom: But… I’m in my PJ’s
RealEstateBoss: So am I. How about this. I’ll stand up and do a little twirl for you. And then you do the same. Deal?
StrawberryMom: Deal.
    The computer shakes and you can tell he is starting to move. Finally the camera stops shaking and then I see bare legs. Sculpted, hairy legs. Hairy men really aren’t my thing but hot damn those legs. You can tell he works out.
    He comes fully into view a moment later. Shirtless in nothing but a pair of briefs. Something I would normally consider a turn off, but holy Christ on a cracker he is like a damn greek god. His chest is smooth, clearly waxed as there is no stubble in sight. His abs go way past what I would consider a six pack, and then I see it. The V. That deliciously toned dip in his hips completely makes me lose any sense I have left. He does a playful little spin like he is actually walking on a fashion show catwalk.
    One thing is certain. If I was on the other side of this computer screen, I would be climbing that man like a fucking tree. Pardon my language. The computer moves around again and Wesley’s face comes back into view.
RealEstateBoss: You like?
StrawBerryMom: Wow. Yeah.
RealEstateBoss: I believe you owe me something.
StrawBerryMom: You are really going to make me get up in my PJ’s and do a little twirl for you?
RealEstateBoss: You aren’t going to break a deal? Are you?
StrawBerryMom: You win!
    I put the computer down on the edge of my bed, kick my feet out from under the covers and move the laptop screen to try and get a better view so he can see me instead of the wall, or the floor. Clearly I am far less experienced at this than he is. That worries me in the back of my mind, but I am far too excited right now to even think about any kind of reservations I may have for the long term.
    I take a couple steps back and do a playful little twirl, just like he did. The tank top and boy shorts underwear are far more revealing that I normally would allow anyone to see me in, but it all doesn’t seem like real life. The computer between us makes this seem like some kind of make believe. Like the connection or chat isn’t real but a game.
    When I’ve done my little twirl, I climb back in my bed and adjust the screen of the laptop again.
RealEstateBoss: That was a beautiful show, if I do say so myself.
StrawBerryMom: Glad you enjoyed it.
RealEstateBoss: Those are some sexy panties you have on, Aurora.
StrawBerryMom: They are my favorite pair. I love wearing these to bed.
RealEstateBoss: Be sure to wear them when you are sleeping in my bed. Okay?
StrawBerryMom: LOL! High hopes huh?
    As I type out ‘LOL’, I literally laugh out loud. He certainly has high hopes when we haven’t even met. But I continue to play this game, as though we will never meet. I mean, the likelihood that we will be able to carve time out of both of our busy schedules has become increasingly unlikely.
RealEstateBoss: If I had my way, you would be in my bed right now.
StrawBerryMom: Your bed huh? And we would be doing what exactly?
    I am horrible at flirting. It is an art I never mastered because I didn’t have to. I