Missed You Too
Still off the map, under the radar, hiding in plain view. I'm sorry. It's rude of me to invite you to this party I'm throwing here, only to leave you sitting alone in the corner with some weird umbrella drink you didn't want or ask for.

I'll once again use the overworked host's excuse. I've been busy. And maybe the wait will ultimately be worth it for you. The stories are about to get better. Full of action, danger, adventure, romance...

(sound of needle scratching across record, music stopping)

Wait a minute, did he say romance??!

Ayup.

And, of course, you're leading up to telling us all about it. It's going to be one of those swept-off-feet, caution-to-winds, crazy-foolish-did-life-teach-you-anything love stories. I think I'm going to be sick.

Were I in your shoes, I'd agree with you. I wish I could loan you mine. My shoes have carried me on a journey through despair, cynicism, isolation... the soles are thin and the uppers cracked. But they saw me through a long, jungly hike. All the way through. I've reached a clearing. At the other side of it stands a woman I've only dared to dream about. Until now. She exists. And I love her. Best of all, she loves me too.

Oh, shit. He's lost his mind! Get me another one of those umbrella drinks!

Oh, wait. It gets better! Although I've known this woman of my dreams for a little while now, we haven't, um, actually met in person yet.

He's on crack! He's googoo over someone he met... on the Internet! Foam the runways... this one's coming in with collapsed landing gear! Have the crash cart on standby, stat!

Read the archives, kids. Mine is a fleabitten soul. Go ahead, try to top it. Give it your best shot.

You can tell me about your acquaintances, your penpals, your friends... maybe even yourself. You did this and it didn't work. You were deceived, somehow. He/she lied to you. There was an evil ulterior motive. It can never work in the real world. Whatever.

Or you can trust my judgment here, maybe share a little of my excitement, and wish me well. Know that, in the very least, I wouldn't be sharing so much of this news here if I wasn't absolutely sure of it. After all, what do you think was happening during all this recent, silent-blog time?

Okay, this is starting to make sense now... sort of. At least I don't feel quite so sick. You might as well go ahead. You're going to anyway. Tell us all about her, and how the two of you are that one percent who can make something like this work. I promise not to roll my eyes too much.

Not yet. But soon. Very soon.

You bastard! You talk us into climbing six flights of stairs only to lead us to a locked door?

This is what they call a "cliffhanger." It's a soap opera tradition! I will introduce her to you soon enough. With the introduction will come a little more detail of the hows and whys, at least to the extent that I think you'll care about them. For now, I just want to get back to dancing across the clouds.

Whoo boy. Who wants to do the intervention, here?

Thanks for your concern, but I'm okay. I'm really, really okay. Believe.

Hey, what happened to that music? Party's just getting started! 12:47:58 PM    comment []trackback []