to me like the air I breathed.
Kayden: Well, since you can’t seem to make up your mind, I came to you Sophia.
Me: What?
My stomach dropped and I could feel my heart beating faster.
Kayden: I told you last week, if you didn’t come to me, then I’d come to you.
Me: You’re lying, you aren’t here.
My heart hammered against my rib cage. I looked out my bedroom window, but didn’t see him.
Me: I don’t see you.
Kayden: Look out the front door.
Fuck, did he really know where I lived? I walked towards the front door, my body shaking.
Kayden: I’m kidding, Sophia, just thought I’d get your heart pounding.
Damn. I felt sadness at his words; I wanted him to be outside my door. My want for him outweighed any fear I had of him.
Me: You’re such a dick.
Kayden: I’m not there now, but I do know where you live.
Me: No you don’t, what’s my address?
My palms grew sweaty against the plastic of my phone as I read my address on the screen. My mouth dropped open in shock.
Me: How?
Kayden: The messenger chat shows where you are when you message me with your phone kiddo.
Fuck. I never paid much attention to the details in the chat window. I knew it said a city, but never knew it showed an exact location. I tapped on his message and I could see the street and location of where he was at this very moment.
Me: OMG. I never knew that. I always thought I was untraceable. I thought this was safe.
Kayden: Are you saying I’m dangerous, Sophia?
I didn’t feel physical danger from Kayden, but I knew he could break my heart.
Me: Nah. I don’t think you would hurt me, but I think you would turn my world upside down. I’ve always steered clear of men like you.
Kayden: No wonder you’re still looking for that great love. You’ve maneuvered yourself to all the wrong men.
Me: Who would be the right type of man?
I wanted Kayden to be the right type, but there was a problem… He didn’t want a girlfriend.
Kayden: You need a little trouble in your life… some excitement. You’ve stayed safe too long, and what did it get you?
Me: Navy Blue.
Kayden: Exactly, time to add some other color, baby doll.
The Great Picture Show
I needed to draw her to New Orleans. I wanted her to see how beautiful and special this city was. I was heading down to Bourbon Street with my roommate, John, to enjoy the best NOLA had to offer.
Sophia: I’ll miss chatting with you all night.
How could she think I could leave her behind? She still hadn’t given me an answer on coming to New Orleans. I’ll tempt her with the sights of the city, the allure in its beauty.
Me: I’m taking you with me Sophia.
Sophia: What do you mean?
Me: I’m going to bring my tablet, take pictures, and send them to you. I want you to experience the city with me.
Sophia: Really? You’re going to give me a tour of the city?
Me: Yes, I want you to see the beauty and the fun. I want you to want to come see me.
John and I headed out the door to catch the street car down Canal Street. I looked around and wanted to start the tour off right.
“Hey John, can you take a picture of me?”
“Sure thing,” John responded as I looked around for a great spot.
My eye caught a large DANGER sign spray painted on a cement separator… perfect. I stood next to the sign and made sure it remained in full view. John snapped the picture, and I quickly walked over to view it. I knew I was dangerous to Sophia, unlike any man she had been with, but I wanted her. I wanted to draw her in as deep as I could.
Me: The start of the tour.
Sophia: Are you trying to tell me something?
I laughed, Sophia knew how my mind worked somehow.
Me: Me? Never.
Sophia: Where to next?
Me: Down to Bourbon Street. Ready? The streetcar is here.
I sent her pictures of the inside of the streetcar and the stops along the route to our final destination. I snapped pictures of the buildings and the people all dressed for a night of fun. I couldn’t even leave the house for an evening and
Kayden: Well, since you can’t seem to make up your mind, I came to you Sophia.
Me: What?
My stomach dropped and I could feel my heart beating faster.
Kayden: I told you last week, if you didn’t come to me, then I’d come to you.
Me: You’re lying, you aren’t here.
My heart hammered against my rib cage. I looked out my bedroom window, but didn’t see him.
Me: I don’t see you.
Kayden: Look out the front door.
Fuck, did he really know where I lived? I walked towards the front door, my body shaking.
Kayden: I’m kidding, Sophia, just thought I’d get your heart pounding.
Damn. I felt sadness at his words; I wanted him to be outside my door. My want for him outweighed any fear I had of him.
Me: You’re such a dick.
Kayden: I’m not there now, but I do know where you live.
Me: No you don’t, what’s my address?
My palms grew sweaty against the plastic of my phone as I read my address on the screen. My mouth dropped open in shock.
Me: How?
Kayden: The messenger chat shows where you are when you message me with your phone kiddo.
Fuck. I never paid much attention to the details in the chat window. I knew it said a city, but never knew it showed an exact location. I tapped on his message and I could see the street and location of where he was at this very moment.
Me: OMG. I never knew that. I always thought I was untraceable. I thought this was safe.
Kayden: Are you saying I’m dangerous, Sophia?
I didn’t feel physical danger from Kayden, but I knew he could break my heart.
Me: Nah. I don’t think you would hurt me, but I think you would turn my world upside down. I’ve always steered clear of men like you.
Kayden: No wonder you’re still looking for that great love. You’ve maneuvered yourself to all the wrong men.
Me: Who would be the right type of man?
I wanted Kayden to be the right type, but there was a problem… He didn’t want a girlfriend.
Kayden: You need a little trouble in your life… some excitement. You’ve stayed safe too long, and what did it get you?
Me: Navy Blue.
Kayden: Exactly, time to add some other color, baby doll.
The Great Picture Show
I needed to draw her to New Orleans. I wanted her to see how beautiful and special this city was. I was heading down to Bourbon Street with my roommate, John, to enjoy the best NOLA had to offer.
Sophia: I’ll miss chatting with you all night.
How could she think I could leave her behind? She still hadn’t given me an answer on coming to New Orleans. I’ll tempt her with the sights of the city, the allure in its beauty.
Me: I’m taking you with me Sophia.
Sophia: What do you mean?
Me: I’m going to bring my tablet, take pictures, and send them to you. I want you to experience the city with me.
Sophia: Really? You’re going to give me a tour of the city?
Me: Yes, I want you to see the beauty and the fun. I want you to want to come see me.
John and I headed out the door to catch the street car down Canal Street. I looked around and wanted to start the tour off right.
“Hey John, can you take a picture of me?”
“Sure thing,” John responded as I looked around for a great spot.
My eye caught a large DANGER sign spray painted on a cement separator… perfect. I stood next to the sign and made sure it remained in full view. John snapped the picture, and I quickly walked over to view it. I knew I was dangerous to Sophia, unlike any man she had been with, but I wanted her. I wanted to draw her in as deep as I could.
Me: The start of the tour.
Sophia: Are you trying to tell me something?
I laughed, Sophia knew how my mind worked somehow.
Me: Me? Never.
Sophia: Where to next?
Me: Down to Bourbon Street. Ready? The streetcar is here.
I sent her pictures of the inside of the streetcar and the stops along the route to our final destination. I snapped pictures of the buildings and the people all dressed for a night of fun. I couldn’t even leave the house for an evening and
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