DITCHED DATE

'Loves books, poetry and everything that is art.'
That was what was written in his bio. Caleb Winston. Blonde, honey brown eyes. 5ft 10. I stalked down his profile. He was 25, just a couple of years older than me.
And since I was pretty much into the same things, I wanted to check him out a bit, just for fun, to see if he was really into them, or bluffing and showing off a deep persona.
"Hey", I texted him.
He replied immediately, pleasing me. Guys who replied fast were so rare these days. "Hey lady."
And that's how our conversation started, and the first one, it was bang on. It was like wordgasm. He quoted Keats, I quoted Tennyson. He quoted Poe and I quoted Plath. It was like a battle of poetry, and it seemed like we had a good hang of it. We just clicked together, into each other.
"We could do this all day, baby", he told and I nearly moaned in delight. Totally wordgasm. Oh yes, we could!
"So, when do I get to see the pretty face that shrouds the beautiful mind?", Caleb asked me.
"Oh no. Not so fast, boy. Good things always come with patience."
I was new at this and quite a cynic in this matter. But, by the end of the second conversation, I was sure I wanted to meet him. He seemed too good to be true. Mouthwatering...
We planned a dinner date at a Mexican restaurant, yes we both loved Mexican. I was interested.
The day finally arrived, to say I was excited to meet this man, would be an understatement. I had dressed up in a little black dress and fishnet stockings, slaying with black suede pumps. I wore my straight platinum blonde hair down and applied some mascara and lip gloss. I was ready for the night, confident and feeling sexy.
He was still missing by the time I reached the restaurant, fashionably late. He's probably running late, I told myself. This was my first online dating and I was a bit paranoid. What if he ditches me?
I had been waiting for five minutes and I was getting quite impatient, I decided to call him.
Busy.
"Oh shit, man."
I tried again, again busy.
"Ugh!"
And slowly, five minutes turned to fifty and there was no signs of him, as I still waited for him dumbly.
"Ande, pass more shots", I called out to the bartender again, chugging down my drink. We became familiar by this time, he was Andrew but I preferred Ande. He was kinda cute with red hair and green eyes, but I was drunk, what else can I say?
"Oh Megan, you'll probably pass out now. It'll be too much now", he warned me.
"Shut up and pass them", I complained. "I just got ditched, boy. That beautiful jerk ditched me and what else do you expect me to do? Sit still and look pretty? Don't you know? Whenever a woman shaves her legs and doesn't get laid, an unicorn dies?", I slurred, my mind taking control of my mouth.
"Fine, lady. Don't blame me later on", Ande said and winked at me, passing me more tequila as I gulped them down one after the other, thinking and bitching about how Caleb ruined the perfect evening as I watched the other couples holding hands and the girls giggling and batting their eye lashes.
Sloshed to the gills, I remarked to myself, "He just killed an unicorn", and smiled at myself.
Oh the fifth shot, I noticed the person sitting at the diagonally opposite table, sipping his beer, solving crosswords, something I found attractive in men. He was noticeable in his leather jacket, standing out from the others as he was deeply engrossed, his pen between his teeth.
I stared at him, enjoying the scene before me as I sipped on my drink. He looked up at me, totally checked me out as then our eyes met. He had ice blue eyes and dark brown hair, shoulder length and few strands of his hair was falling over his eyes. He was smoking hot. I bit my lip and smiled flirtatiously at him.
He got up from his seat, approaching me. "Can I buy this lady a drink?", he asked bending down. He smelled of aftershave, mint and leather. Yumm..
"I can assure you I'm drunk enough, Mister", I replied and looked deep in his eyes. There was something about him that I couldn't wrap my finger on. Something mysterious and undeniably sexy.
"It's Nathan."
"Oh", I said, debating about should I tell Nathan my name or not, but I blurted it out anyway. "Am Megan."
"Such a pretty name for such a pretty lady. So, what got you so drunk, Megan?", he asked in his deep velvety voice that made even the angels swoon. My name never sounded better.
"Why don't you sit here while I pour my heart out?", I offered and motioned for him to sit. I was getting dizzier with every passing minute.
He chuckled throatily. "Ah, yes. Why not?", and sat down.
"So... I got ditched by Mr. Perfect", I laughed. "You see, I just got ditched by my date and now, here I am, drowning myself in tequila and sorrow, dying alone."
"Try me, babe."
"Uh, what?"
"Nah. Nothing." He laughed again and leaned in towards me, mint and leather filling my nose, he was hot and totally sexy, and I was out of my mind, so I pulled him by his jacket and planted my lips on his, wrapping my hand around his neck.
"Mm", he murmured and kissed me back, our lips moving in a perfect synchronization against each other, Nathan's hand moving down my waist as he pulled me on his lap. His tongue teased my bottom lip, asking for an entrance, which I gave him. Our tongues entangled, as I was straddling him. I could feel his manhood tugging my abdomen.
"I'm so saving the unicorn", I moaned against his lips and he smirked. I was totally into him, all over him and his hands were squeezing my ass, arousing me even more as I bit his lip and sucked on it.
He broke the kiss softly and I literally whined, asking for more.
"Guess we should take this somewhere else", he said, his eyes heavy with lust and amusement. I nodded.
"My place."
Nathan held my hand, as I stumbled out of the restaurant in my heels, tipsy. He hailed a cab and pulled me in. My mind was running, going for highs and lows. Turning towards him, I took his face in my hand and pulled him to me but he stopped, asking me the direction to my apartment. His hand was wrapped around my shoulder, holding me still.
By the time we reached, I was high and impatient. We got into the lift and that was it, as we started kissing again, my back pressing against the cold metal, my hand tugging at his jacket, stripping it open. The light turned green and he scooped me up on his arms, carrying me bridal style to my apartment. My eyes were closed, feeling only his touch, inhaling only his scent.
He carefully placed me on my bed, taking my shoes off. I held his shirt, pulling it off his perfectly sculpted abs. We were both breathing heavily, our chests heaving up and down. He helped me out of my dress, leaving me only in my lacy black lingerie and stockings.
"Sexy", Nathan mumbled and reached out to kiss me again, pressing me on my bed, getting over me, biting, teasing. Making me moan out in pleasure of his weight on me.
And then, he took me...