30 9 days...

Day 1: your message stands out in a sea of sameness. I reply. Maybe we start talking right away. Maybe it takes a while for you to respond. We exchange the usual info and maybe move to telegram where we exchange pics. The attraction is there. We may or may not stay up late talking.

Day 2: The first good morning text makes me smile. We spend hours and hours talking and flirting. The sexual tension is already building. We get to know each other. We laugh. The first of many phone calls takes place where you comment on my cute southern accent.

Day 3-4: We get to know each other’s schedules and talk even more. Seeing a notification on my phone makes my heart flutter. More phone calls that you can’t help but sit and smile about once you hang up. The feelings are there, the butterflies you were looking for, the spark.

Day 5-7: We explore the more fun side of things. The sexual tension is too much to hold back. We spend hours telling each other what we’d like to do to each other. We crave each other at this point. It’s almost like an addiction to pick up our phones. We feel on top of the world, like nothing could ever ruin this feeling.

Day 8-9: We start to talk less and less. Maybe we will make up some excuse for it but the truth is that excitement just isn’t the same. It’s fading. We’ve burned too bright too fast. Maybe you’ll be decent humans and have a conversation that ends it or maybe you’ll just stop talking. Either way it’s done now.

Of the many online affairs I’ve had this seems to be it. You get about 9 days. Sometimes you get more, sometimes less, but the point still stands that this is very likely only a temporary thing. I used to get upset when it would end. I’d say I was done. But now I’ve learned to enjoy those 9 days.

Not saying I wouldn’t be happy if something lasted longer or turned into more but I don’t expect it. I’m not going to be upset if all I get are those 9 days.

I don’t need you to impress me with your fancy degree. I don’t need you to be serious (this isn’t a job interview). I need you to make me laugh. I need you to be yourself. I need to see all the bad parts of your life that you’d normally hide from a “partner” that make you who you are. I want the real you. The funny you. The happy you. Can I have that for 9 days?