September 3rd,
*sigh*.... Hmmmmm. Aaaaah. Phew. Uh-huh....
So I did it. Yep I'm one of the lucky few... I met up with Me-7. I drug her kicking and
screaming from her proverbial shell and forced her to meet me for cappuccino and baguettes
(neither one of us ate or drank either of these things, but it sounds REALLY cool don't
you think?).
A few days before this chance encounter between Janet (Me-7) and Dr. Frank'n' Furter
(MOI), Miss Weiss tried to feign uncertainty and nervousness. But Frank insisted and
pushed the fact upon her that they had become comfy old friends by this point so there was
indeed nothing to worry about. Miss Weiss admitted later that this made her feel less
*vulnerable* (naked). They then proceeded to the castle a few miles back, with Brad in
tow, where they were waited upon by the servants (slaves). Eventually they beamed the
whole house back to Transylvania.... OOPS. Guess you want a translation that even those of
you who haven't memorized The Rocky Horror Picture Show from credit to credit can indeed
understand?
Ok here goes. This is a bit bizarre though, I was not the least bit
nervous upon the timing of the meeting and all the lead up to it, but now I'm suddenly
nervous about writing about it. Maybe it's the knowing that people will read it, I
suddenly feel like I'm violating some sort of trust or moment of which we were both privy.
I don't know what it is, but I'll make some coffee and I'll be right back... its strange
but I'm really NOT wanting to write about it. In a way I don't want any of you there with
us. Not that I don't love you all (ok... so I don't love "some" of you) but it
does feel bizarre... Ok, making the damned coffee.
*BRB*
Ok... now where was I? Ahhhhh yes... Me-7, Mr. Me-7, Starbucks, James,
curried chicken, and red wine.
We've been discussing this on and off for ages, but the timing was always
just a bit off. Finally it just seemed that the timing was right. Initially she seemed
like she might protest just a *smidge*... but alas I'd made my mind up and wanted to put a
voice to the pictures, cats, couch, and text that I've known for approximately 9 months
VIA the net. *wow didn't seem like that long till I actually sat down and tried to figure
it out*. Ok so here goes.
We'd decided to meet at the Starbucks near my house, and she'd hinted
she'd get there early so I of course *as is my signature* was running late as I'd been
online for too long *GASP*. And so I come puffing up the coffee house of sin and start
perusing the crowds for my amiable lil friend... actually was perusing for her hair as I
knew she'd be looking either at the floor or into a book. I get in and am halfway to the
counter when I see her with her nose buried in a newspaper... I figured she'd seen me, but
was gonna wait till we were actually *together* before she made eye-contact. I off knew of
course she'd had the opportunity to watch me walk up, as she was sitting in the window. So
I exploited my opportunity to view her while she dutifully (as the rules are written that
way) pretended to not know I was eyeing her up. It was the few minutes I needed to keep my
nervousness at bay and familiarize myself before approaching. *I stalled a bit too... but
shhhhhhhhh, don't tell her that.*
I eventually stroll over and she stands up to *I believe* shake my hand,
and I thought not on your life, I'm getting a hug whether you want one or not. And she WAS
wearing leather and I do so love the feel of leather sliding against me.. the touch, the
smell, the erotic way it folds around a person's... OOPS, sorry was I fantasizing out loud
again? :) Ok, so I gave her a hug and that was it. It broke the initial feelings of
apprehension. I suddenly didn't feel the sensations that I thought I would. After the
first two minutes and the obligatory how was work sort of questions we fell into an easy
repoire. Uncomplicated, but complex. Easygoing and light, yet intimate and searching.
Respectful as a first meeting, all the while taking the liberties of old friends. It was
great. It went on for several hours, we even hopped the fence to move from coffee to curry
and beer. I don't know if she's told you about the particulars of our conversation, but
I'm not gonna give you any real specifics as it's in many ways I want to keep for us. I'll
give you the basics though, hell I figure if people are still ACTUALLY reading my journal
then they earned that much. Have I mentioned I feel like I'm yelling into some sort of
empty void by this point?
I think it took me two minutes to feel comfortable, as my brain had to
integrate her voice and manner of metered speech. I had to assimilate the voice to the
words I'd read for so long. But it was really an effortless evening. It just flowed from
topic to topic and person to person. We discussed art, journalling, sex, sexual assault,
food, journallers, ICQ, chat, webcams, computers, work, family, heritage, race,
literature, husbands *wink*, imaginary lake monsters, my penis, her breasts, etc... etc...
etc. It really did feel like meeting with an old friend. It lacked, at least for me, all
the apprehensions of a first meeting... the uncomfortable silences... the reservations. I
think that really hit me when we were explaining to her husband about the myth of my
penis. *GASP*. Yes... it's true. They ARE swingers.
*should I bail them out here and type "kidding"?* =P
Before getting there, I knew that Mr. Me-7 would be joining us and had
initially thought that would "limit" what we could say or discuss. But I have
never been more pleasantly misguided in my conclusions. Rayne if you are reading this...
he is all that and the bag of chips. I don't tend to like straight men, as I've
often been either dismissive of them or just found them plain old boring or in the worst
case scenario been intimidated by them. But I tell ya. For a guy that's meeting his wife's
gay internet exhibitionist friend for the first time he was great. I felt as comfortable
with him as I did with her.
I know I've talked in my journal before that to me they just seemed, from
what I could piece together, a perfect couple. It was nice to see that justified in RL,
that they are indeed what they say they are. They are two halves of a whole, and I've
seldom said that about any couple. Equal power on both sides. He never blinked or
questioned what we were saying or discussing, just went with the flow and I didn't feel
any need to edit for fear of making him uncomfortable etc as he would often inject with
perfect comfortability. A straight man that can easily discuss gay male rape is definitely
a rare find and a keeper.
It's funny in that I never had any doubts or insecurities till after the
meeting. The next day I started wondering if I'd dominated, talked over people, said too
much about things I should have kept quiet about, etc. I hope I didn't. :)
So eventually the night comes to an end and they drove me home (after
paying for my sustenance and spirits) and that was that. I had thought about inviting them
up to see my painting and to meet the cats, but I somehow felt they were about all James'd
out for one night. And I know there'll be other opportunities to do this so I took comfort
in that, knowing that we'd stepped into being friends in RL.
So to make a long story short... Today I met a friend that I've known
forever. Today I found that someone was indeed the person I've known all this time. Today
I put a voice to the soul, and a face to the heart.
PS: And YES, we discussed each and everyone of you...
:)
*now I'm really nervous, as I'm gonna go read
what she wrote...*
