But at least my new acquaintance hasn't hit the "Next" button yet. "Beautiful kindhearted elder sister." Though I want to taunt Bill now, pointing out that I haven't lost my touch, instead I simply write, "I am embarrassed. But I do begin to wonder just a tiny bit if it's Bill who is more naïve, or me who is more jaded.
"I don't know," he says, "but I think your friend might have his adjectives confused." I give Bill a dirty look.
Soon I realize I'm not finding these unabashedly engorged examples of male anatomy to be nearly as disturbing or intimidating as I'd expected. If these guys intend to impress, they've overlooked the fact that their wares are, maybe, a half-inch long on screen.
Here I'd been afraid of feeling victimized by predators and creeps invading my living room, and instead I'm feeling empowered.
Still, somehow, against my better instincts, I type my e-mail address and disconnect.
I want to see what will happen." I'm trying to be a sport, but it sounds insane; surely this guy is going to send me his favorite photos of naked parts and who knows what else.
I join you to harmonize and assist with your own deepest desires for presence and remembering! Continue reading The rough stone was buried deep in the dirt. " I'm considering what number to type when Bill says, "Tell him the truth." Hmm, I hadn't considered that, but I follow orders and type a math equation that will let my friend calculate the actual number. Bill is laughing so hard he might need a seatbelt to stay in his chair. I'm not as young as I used to be.) "Well, that's not how I'd put it," he said, "but ..." He pointed out I could write a story called: "Why I'll never go on Chatroulette again." Then, he threw in a promise that he'd take me along the next time he got a media invite to Ted Haggard's house. I said, "Yes." I guess I have a soft spot for perverts. *** I don't like to back out of my agreements, but I'll admit that when Bill shows up at my house on Saturday night, it takes me two very tall glasses of boxed Chablis to stick to this one. It's evident that Bill and I have learned very different rules about talking to strangers. Hesitantly, I open it, and together Bill and I read its three words. I hate to admit it, but maybe sometimes Bill is right.