I imagine driving to your house, maybe a hotel...our messages make me feel desirable, the content and tone make me wet. The thought of meeting you makes my heart race. I'm so nervous...you already know that I worry I'll disappoint. That is my only concern. That I will let you down. As I pull up to the chosen venue, I sit in my car and try to control my heart rate and my breathing. For all my talk, you will be the first pe...