Wednesday, August 11, 2004

love and lust in cyberspace

okay, so i met someone about a month ago. met her first in person actually, not online, and we hit it off straight away. lots in common and all that. and there was flirting and some kissing and, well... that weekend was just too darned short. so, we exchange e-mails and kept in touch for the first few weeks.

well, we've been writing to each other nearly every day-- e-mails , text messages, all that geeky technology to have simple conversations. nice thing about communicating through e-mail, though is that you can think out full sentences BEFORE they leave your mouth and cause irreparable damage...

okay, you can still cause damamge with even well thought out e-mails, but that's not the point of this particular entry... luckily...

so, we've been e-mailing and such. and i have a photo of her, and even some video footage. and she has access to photos of me, and yes we HAVE met in person already. but the majority of our communication has been cyber. so, after about three weeks of e-mails and AIM, she invites me to her place for beer and movies and such this past weekend... she lives close enough (two hour drive) that it's not an epic journey, but a bit too far to just pop in for tea.

and i had a GREAT time in our day and a half together-- she has fond memories and i have fond memories, but now we are back to the e-mail/text message/AIM aspect of our communications...

but the "problem" is that... i have to remind myself that YES she does ACTUALLY exist. see, i've been spending so much time THINKING about her (much more than i've actually spent with her in person) that i catch myself wondering... did i make this whole thing up? i mean, i am fully aware that she is an actual person that does live and breathe-- there is video. there are photos. but our physical time together has been so very brief. and it doesn't help that there was beer involved... clouds the memory and all that...

next time we hang out-- there needs to be less beer and more kissing...

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