Hello, all. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Three months. Damn. There are cobwebs all over the place, and I’ve never been a good housekeeper. Hold on a second while I tidy up. Yes, that lamp goes there and this table needs a good dusting. There! I’m ready to post now. Last thing I wrote about was Minna 4.0 and all the changes she’s gone through. Well, it’s time for another update because Minna 4.0 has gotten a major upgrade–one that I never thought she’d get*.
Remember how I’ve written in the past that while I have started longing for a relationship, I never thought I’d find one? Of course, that was back in the dark ages (MONTHS ago) when I wondered if I was dating material. I wanted love, but I was deeply afraid that I wouldn’t find it in this lifetime. I thought the best thing to do was to go to activities that I would enjoy anyway and see what happened. I would test the water and see what was out there. I would take it slow and not expect anything to happen for some time.
At least that was the plan.
Funny how things change in a heartbeat.
A few months ago, I got into an epic word battle with a guy on ABL’s Facebook wall. He went by the name of Idle Primate, and he knew ABL through a cultural commentary site called Pajamas or something like that**. I don’t know how the great ate debate started, but it evolved into the two of us exchanging ripostes involving words ending in -ate or derivations of. We went on for hours. It was a blast, and I included a song that he immediately claimed. It’s the first video posted below.
He requested to be friends on the FB, and I accepted. We started flirting almost immediately after, but I was determined to keep it light because he wasn’t in my city or state. Hell, he wasn’t in the States at all. He’s from Ottawa, Canada, and I was determined not to get into another long distance relationship. Sure, he was intelligent, witty, funny as hell, thoughtful, goofy, creative, poetic, and we clicked right off the bat. Yes, he was single and not afeeeeered of commitment as my past partners have been. He was in fucking Canada, and not in Winnipeg or anywhere close-ish. I was NOT going down that road–uh uh, no sirree.
The internet is a funny thing. It allows for a connection that isn’t based on physical proximity; indeed, I didn’t even know what he looked like since he only had pictures of apes as his profile pic on FB. Yes, we were both putting our best feet forward, but the real us still came out loud and strong. We quickly moved to PM’ing each other, and then I suggested we take it off FB because I don’t trust them at all. No, I don’t trust Google and gmail much more, but FB really is the nadir of privacy.
I soon grew to anticipate emails from him. My heart would skip a beat if I had one, and it would thump in disappointment if my inbox was stubbornly empty. Sure, we bantered on FB, but it wasn’t the same. Still, I told myself that it was just for fun and that I was just practicing my dating chops since I haven’t used them in a long time. Honestly, I’ve never really dated as I find the concept an anathema–I tend to plunge right into relationships or flings or whatnot. I was determined to keep it on a fling-like level because he was so far away and the chances of us meeting were slim. Months earlier, I had decided that I wasn’t going to be the first one to fly to meet, especially not for a booty call. I’d done that in the past, and I didn’t want to do it again.