Steamy Diaries
I nervously adjusted my short, pleated skirt as I stepped out of the taxi and approached the sleek, modern apartment building. My heart raced with anticipation and a hint of fear. I was about to meet John for our first date, a man I had met on a dating app just a week ago. His profile picture showed a handsome, muscular black man with a confident smile that made my knees weak. We had exchanged a few messages, but this was our first time meeting in person.