I re-read what I’d written several times over, trying to see it from her perspective and hoping I was treading the line of being flirtatious without being creepy. But that was where I stopped, leaving myself straining and eager, as I re-read her first story and wrote out the feedback she’d asked for. I then clicked on a thumbnail that completely took my breath away as the full-size image jumped up on my screen; she was naked, angling the photo down at herself from above and just barely cropping out her eyes, with the most adorable, mischievous smirk on her full red lips. I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. That was it, my opportunity to strike up a proper conversation! She’d labelled it as fiction, not diary or true story, but it was just so visceral, so real seeming, I could easily believe it to be true.
