Meeting

-Hi lovely lady. My name is  Mike
-Hi. Mine is Jane
-Beautiful name Jane
-Thank you so much

One week has passed  since she started to  use this mobile application . It  was a popular dating place for lonely souls not satisfied in their family life.
-How are you doing?
-Well ! Thank you, I am rushing to my job and you?
-Extremely busy as well, but always have time to write to such a gorgeous girl!
-You haven't seen me , may be I am ugly?
-I feel you are not:-)

She became involved into this correspondence. It disturbed her from an everyday routine and a computer nerd who for some inexplicable reason  became many years ago her husband. He could pass hours  playing video games and not at all paying attention to  her new hairdress or garment. The more she felt desired by this stranger the more her self-esteem grew. Longing for their meeting  she started to look down at her loathsome spouse who seemed  miserable , insignificant and boring person  in his shapeless shirt and threadbare  trousers . Wearing horn-rimmed  glasses he looked more like a turtle than a man of her dream.

-What clothes do you have on you today? -Mike wrote unexpectedly
-Short black dress - she answered quickly looking at her worn jeans while  finishing purchases in the market
-You must have beautifu legs?
-Yes , especially when I am wearing seam stockings - she wrote  pushing through the crowd in the meat rows.
-You are killing me! What colour is your lingerie?
-What colour do you prefer?
-Cream  like condensed milk will be nice.  It  evokes innocence in my mind.
-Oh, good guess!- she answered running to catch up the bus wearing the only set of cheap yellow underwear presented by her husband for Christmas. A yellow snake was a symbol of that year. 

She didn't notice how she was carried away by these virtual realations to an  imaginary world where she was an irresistible femme fatal desired by the most skillful lovers.

In the evening they were having dinner  with her husband and she could not wait for the  moment when he would retire in his room to stick to the computer again  . Deep in her soul she  was grateful to her husband that he was too distant and aloof allowing her  to immerse completely into a conversation with Mike.  "Does  he guess anything? "-she asked herself from time to time casting a glance of scrutiny at him.

When he left ,  Jane immediately  wrote to Mike, but he didn't answer. She  was in the process of washing a pile of dirty plates when her phone vibrated and  she received a message from him
-Hi! Hope you are well.  I am at work now dreaming about you : soft touches, tenderness, kisses. I want to explore each curve of you body.
She was confused: it was too frank and direct statement leaving no hints and halftones.
-May be one day -she answered vaguely.

Mike never  asked  questions about her personal life,  neither she. There was no need in it. The dreams should not be limited by some knowledge of reality that may break the romantic atmosphere.

Once he wrote all of a sudden  -Do you want to see me ?
Of'course she did.
-Then tomorrow at 7 p.m. at the Theatre station?
-How will I recognize you?
-I can hold something in my hands. What are your favourite flowers ?
-Lilac, but it is not easy to find them at this time of the year - she wrote  adding a smile :-)

Next evening she put on her best dress which was kept for some  special occasions. Her heart throbbed and she felt fluttering butterflies in her stomach.  Jane didn't notice how she reached the meeting point.  What if to her biggest frustration Mike would  be a way too far from  an image of him she has created . Or what could be   even  worse he might be a pervert. Such blind datings happen to  bring inevitable dissapointment . She looked anxiously around trying to pick him out of the crowd . May be it was a joke and he will not appear.

Her glance suddenly fell on a man in an elegant suit . She was petrified at the first moment she saw him.  Her husband who hardly  presented her any flowers  was standing behind the column at the station with a lovely bouquet of lilac in his hands.