By Harem
Date: 22 March 2001
... The Shortest Date ......
We had been writing to each other for more than six months.
I didn't think that we would ever meet.
And that was fine with me......
I hate meeting new people.
I avoid it like the plague......
I'd rather write..... so as to develop a friendship.
To develop feelings.
Feelings are very important to me.
I want to be wanted and liked for me.
Most guys would not take the time to get to know me.
And so they just faded into the wallpaper of their words.
Some friends scolded me, and said that I was wrong
to take so much time, to finally talk on the phone or meet someone.
Maybe they were right.
But I just have to have a feeling first.
Sometimes the feeling never comes.
He was not a writer, although he made feeble attempts at it.
My writing certainly had an affect on him.
He claimed he was falling in love with me thru my writing.
The very words that I did NOT want to hear.
Been there.... Done that..... too many times before.
I warned him..... and warned him......
And chastised him for saying the love word to me.....
I told him it was the Internet Magic.
Or rather....
The Internet Madness.
Only been doing this internet way of meeting people for eleven months.
But I already knew about the Internet Madness....
I even wrote a poem about it.....
Its a curse for sure.
People fall in love with words....
With Visions of the active imaginations...
And if it ever goes to the phone stage.....
Thats even worse.
Then people start falling in love with voices......
I told him that I looked nothing like my voice.
That he would be very disappointed upon meeting me.
He said he didn't care,
He didn't care what I looked like.
He was in love with me, not my body or my face.
that he had to meet me.
Even if it was the last thing he did before he died.
Suddenly after six months of writing,
He started putting lots of pressure on me to meet.
Once I gave him my phone number, he started stalking me on the phone.
He wanted to know where I was every minute of the day.
Called me at home all night long.
Then he started calling me at work.
I never did figure out where he got my work phone number from.
He even stalked me at work thru the phone.
When he could not locate me, he went into a panic.
And I had not even met him yet...
He was beginning to frighten me.
I finally agreed to meet,
as I figured that once he saw me in the flesh.
The madness would end.
And the friendship would be over.
Which is usually the case.
He made reservations at an exclusive local restaurant.
I went out and bought a new dress and matching earrings and necklace.
I was so excited.
A friday night out on the town, with a man, who was so crazy about me.
Whose voice was soft and sexy
Who breathed so heavenly thru the receiver.......
MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
He didn't want to meet at the restaurant,
Said it was too much like an internet date.
He wanted it to be romantic and unforgettable, like me.
I waited patiently by the front door.
I began to shake, as he pulled into the driveway.
I saw him walking toward the front door.
Oh my god.
He had a dozen long stemmed YELLOW roses in his hand.
for ME ! ! ! !
My heart began to pound.
I opened the door.
He stepped in.
Handing me the roses.
In an instant, I knew it was over.
All those months vanished in the moment that are eyes met.
The disappointment was written all over his face.
His eyes refused to look at mine.
Reluctantly, I took the roses into the kitchen
And placed them in a vase
Thanking him for being so thoughtful.
I noticed that he did not follow me to the kitchen.
But remained in the living room
With his head hanging.
Returning to his side., I already knew.
He didn't have to say a thing.
With his eyes toward the ground, he lowered the boom on me.
Sorry........... he said.......
"I don't want to waste your time or mine."
"You don't appeal to me at all. "
"I know"..... I told him......"I told you this was going to happen".
Its happened to me before, quite a few times.
With that he turned and went..... walking briskly to his car.
To jump in for the fast getaway......
I spent Friday night in my bed crying, refusing to be comforted.
After he left, I got a call from an old boyfriend, looking for a date.
I turned him down, preferring to wallow in my misery.
And I did.....
I believe this will go down in my annals, as the SHORTEST DATE ........
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