The email came as I was having a decompressing cocktail with my favorite bartender and dear friend, K. I dropped the phone on the bar, rose from my stool and took a step beck before reading it again. Did I just read that? Surely I must have stammered seven “wow’s” before real words began to form.
“You OK” the recently non-smoking K asked.
“If you read what I just read, you would relapse and kick a puppy if he stood between you and a pack of Marlboro Lights.”
I exhaled deeply and marveled at the ability of a woman I have never met to erase all logical thoughts from my mind and make a four hour drive seem completely reasonable at the moment. As K poured beer and mixed sundry cocktails for others, I tried to steady my addled brain to explain. Short sentences, I reminded myself.
It’s nothing
It’s virtual
We’ve never met
She is an intimidatingly good writer
We don’t know each other
It’s a surreal online flirtation
A manufactured narrative
Of poetry and prose
In octagonal harmony
It started so innocently
And morphed into this
Tales of a perfect Sunday
Of coffee, and newspapers, and amazing sex
Intelligence as aphrodisiac
I’m not making sense
This makes no sense
And yet I want her
Badly
But we’ve never met
But I want that Sunday
I want every Sunday
I want that perfect first date
Long dormant things have stirred
And I have no idea what’s next
Breathe!
Go for it… I am living proof that insanity and love go together.
Proceed with caution…people can present themselves in a way that is totally untrue to who they actually are.
Be assured that the whole saga ended, breathing resumed, there are no real bruises, and my feet touch the ground again. I just wanted to share because I really liked the words.
Lemmonex is right — remember how bummed you were when you found out I’m really a 350-pound German guy with an elbow fetish?
Breathe!
It was my subtle hint for a spell check.
damn…..i would have said…drive…
drive fast…
you never know….
and now…
maybe you never will…
damn…
xoxo