“That’s just gross. Will you turn that thing off and talk to me?”
I laughed at Barb’s irritation. “You’re the one who wanted to watch. I can’t just quit in the middle and leave the poor guy hanging.”
“Oh yes, you can.” Reaching over me, she grabbed the mouse and clicked off the PM box. “Now come on, get me some coffee.”
“Hey, why did you do that?” Swiveling the desk chair, I followed her to the kitchen and poured two mugs of steaming coffee.
Plopping down into one of my mismatched chairs, she sighed heavily. “Look, Lisa, since your divorce you’ve been spending entirely too much time in those chat rooms. I’m worried about you. Charlie Hobson was asking about you the other day and I…”
“But he’s interested and he’s a real live flesh and blood guy.”
“No. I told you before I don’t want you fixing me up. I’m not interested. All the men around here are just like my ex. They have the same mind set. Women should not have an opinion. They should be kept barefoot and pregnant.”
“Now you’re just being stubborn. Charlie isn’t like that. Besides I never said to marry him. Just go out and have some fun. You can’t possibly get anything out of all that typing.” Rolling her head back and breathing faster she spoke in a sexy voice and made typing motions with her hand. “UMMMMM…AHHHHH…Oh that feels so good. Oh yes…yes.”
“Stop it, you look ridiculous.” I couldn’t keep from laughing at her antics.
“Well, it is ridiculous. You’re an attractive, passionate woman. Why waste time on that crap when you could be having real sex with a real man?”
“What would you say if I told you I was meeting one of them?”
“I’d say you’d lost what little sense I always thought you had.”
“Okay, sorry. Wait, you aren’t serious?” I avoided her eyes and turned to pour another cup of coffee.
Jumping up from the chair, she came over and spun me to face her. “You aren’t serious?”
“As a matter of fact he’s flying in this weekend.”
“Have you lost your mind? You want to end up floating in the river?” I could feel her trembling and knew she was truly frightened for me.
“Settle down, Barb. It’s not like you think. I haven’t told you about it because it’s special and I wanted to keep it private until I was sure we’d meet.” We moved to the table and sat down.
“So tell me now.”
“I met him online about five months ago. It was an instant attraction that started with the silly sex game, but then we started talking. We began to email every day and then we spoke on the phone. We’ve been talking once or twice a day ever since. He’s wonderful, Barb. Everything I always wanted, but thought wasn’t out there.”
“No wonder you’ve been looking so happy, but you know what they say about something that sounds too good to be true .”
“It’s not like that. He has his faults and I’m not blind to them. We’ve had our fights. I mean we’ve talked about everything. Our conversations have gone on for as long as five hours at a time. When you aren’t there with the person, you have to talk. I probably know him better than I know anyone in the world.”
“You’ve never met the man. You can’t possibly know him. You only know what he’s told you or what he’s led you to believe. This is just nuts.”
“You don’t understand.”
“Okay, I don’t understand, but I’m advising against this.”
“He’s coming, Barb. I can’t wait to see him, touch him.”
“What’s his name? Where’s he from?”
“Anthony Williams and he’s flying in from Miami.”
“At least he has a normal sounding name, not something like Blain. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t made up. When will he be here?”
“I’m picking him up at the airport Saturday morning. And what’s wrong with the name Blain? I like it.”
Her brows rose. “How many men named Blain have you actually met?”
“None, but that doesn’t mean anything.” I sighed, exasperated by her reasoning.
Barb reached across the worn table and took hold of my hand. “I really wish you wouldn’t do this. There’s so many guys right here that you could date if you’d stop being so stubborn.”
“Save your breath, Barb. It’s a done deal.”
She stood and gave me a stern look. “Fine, if I can’t talk you out of this, I want to meet him. I’ll be here at noon on Saturday. You and Mister Too Good To Be True had better be here. I have to get going.” Frown lines marred her brow as she gave me a worried look before grabbing her bag and leaving.
I’d known she wouldn’t understand. I didn’t understand it myself. After my divorce two years ago, I was determined to avoid any kind of relationship with the opposite sex. At the time I hadn’t realized just how much I’d miss the interaction, the sexy sparring, or for that matter the sex. My marriage had not been happy and I’d completely lost interest in anything remotely related to the act. Now I missed it—a lot.
I’d thought the chat rooms would be a safe and anonymous way to vent my frustrations. I was right. The flirting turned out to be fun and I was surprised to find that I could talk a pretty good game. Barb had been right about the Internet sex doing nothing physically for me, but on some emotional level it eased my frustration. And that meant I could avoid accepting a date with one of the men who’d come sniffing around as soon as the ink had dried on my divorce papers.
I’d always dreamed of meeting a man like Anthony. He loved music of all kinds, played the violin, was romantic, and a gentleman. Most important, I appreciated the fact that he supported and encouraged me to just be me. A refreshing change after being married to a man who wanted to stick me in a cubbyhole and make me into a shadow of himself.
Before my marriage if anyone had told me I’d fall for an ex-surfer from Miami who loved racecars and sports, I’d have said they were crazy, but Anthony was a special man.
When I’d first met Mark, I’d thought he was the perfect man for me. Stable, solid, old fashioned and liked the same things I did. I never dreamed he’d also have the mindset of a Victorian Lord. Every thought, every action had to go through his approval process and most failed to pass. If it was my idea, it was wrong. He believed it should be his way or no way. I don’t think in ten years of marriage we ever had a conversation. He spoke…I listened. Anthony was the complete opposite and regardless of Barb’s disapproval, Saturday could come none too soon.
Copyright E. G. Parsons