Story of A Cyber Guy…December 11, 2008
Last time I told you a secret…do you remember?
It was all about “the guy” who’s been on my mind, and the fact that he’s a “cyber-guy” (not to be confused with a “cyborg” from the Terminator movies…though I think he would be cooler as a “cyborg”…well I’m sorry but he would be ).
Just to refresh your memory, “cyber guy” is an actual dude, but to me he’s a dude that dwells within the thick and tangled branches of the Internet.
Anyway, back to the story of “You’ve Got Mail” (minus Meg Ryan before she got her lip injections, and minus Tom Hanks before he turned into a freak who slicks his hair back )….
…So I was laughing it up and living it up within the confines of my email inbox. All the while I was watching a ticking clock, the one with my parents’ faces as the dial (“Are you ready to find a nice Indian boy?”). And that’s how the year kind of went…up until a month ago.
That’s when I recognized the “cyber guy” for the man he’d always been. I was suddenly remembering things he’d done, but through a totally different looking glass…like the time that he messaged me for an entire day while I was stuck in bed with a crooked neck and nothing to do (how sweet)…or the time that he sent me every single song off a great CD (one slow attachment at a time), because he knew that I wanted it (aww…)…or maybe all the times that he’s been the one I’ve known for my entire life (how does he do that?)
And here’s a more current event: we talked on the phone.
The anticipation of waiting to hear his voice was incredible (in that vomiting kind of way). By the time I heard his opening words, it was confirmed: he has a “sex god” voice. If you’re wondering what that means, remember that he lives an ocean away…in other words he has a different accent (and did I mention he sounds like a sex god?). As for the conversation, it certainly wasn’t awkward (phew). No I would say it was effortless and awesome (I can barely wait to speak to him again)…
…So now that the secret’s out, and now that my heart is running away from my brain, I wonder where to go from here. One thing’s for sure, I’ve been getting a lot more jealous. Whether it’s the pictures of him smiling with a babe by his side, or the messages of female adulation from his “friends”, paranoia has become my new best friend. The best I can do is know that we’re in each others lives for a reason…beyond that, there are no spoken rules.
So here we are, living two different lives on two different parts of the earth…what’s next?….Is it time to meet?
(oh, and did I mention he isn’t Indian? So yeah, that might be a problem…(unless he dyes his hair and practices a different accent…))