It's two in the morning, four days after Valentine's Day. I am awake, lying naked in a motel bed somewhere out west. Next to me, semi-asleep, lies a woman I have only known in person for less than 12 hours, yet I feel as though I have known her forever. She, too, is naked. Her pale skin glows in the light that filters in through the curtained window. I reach out to touch her shoulder, marveling that she's here with me rather than in her hometown a few hundred miles east. With me, I remind myself, rather than with her husband.
I had met Mindy almost six months ago, not in person but in an Internet chat room. I had just been informed that another online would-be sweetheart had decided not to meet me in person after all, so I was pretty despondent. I went into that chat room feeling extremely sad. Hoping to ease the pain and maybe strike up a friendship, I typed in, Does anyone here want to talk to someone who's had a bad Internet romance?
I immediately regretted sounding so desperate, but I had promised myself that I would be honest in my Internet dalliances. I'd heard too many horror stories about meeting people on the Net so even in my just-for-fun cybers I was, and still am, truthful. So truthful in fact that, not knowing my true cock size, I always said it was a six-inch one. Not porn-star big, but not too shabby, either. (I later found out it's 8.25 inches long, but that's not the issue.) I wished I had come up with something a bit more assertive, but it was too late. My despair of the moment was on display for all the world to see.
Suddenly, on the screen appeared a reply: I will.
I won't replay the conversation here, but there was an instant rapport between this lovely lady and me. I looked up her profile and saw she was Married but Looking, in her early 30s, and owned a small flower shop in the town where she lives with her husband and three daughters. I winced at the Married part, but we were in an adult chat room and everyone was cybering. I was lonely and getting a bit horny. On impulse I asked, "Do you want to cyber?"
She surprised me when she agreed. We only managed to get some foreplay in before one of her girls came into her computer room and asked if she could use the PC. My new friend apologized but said she liked me and that we could add each other to our buddy lists. We exchanged real names, then we jotted down each other's e-mail addresses and said our good nights. I was a bit disappointed when she left; already I knew something big had happened.
The next morning I found an e-mail from Mindy:
I can't stop thinking about you, Alex. I wonder how you are and how you are feeling, what you're doing.
With those words, I realized that something had, indeed happened.
