Page 62 of My Super Sexy Spy
ME:You there?
A second later I saw the dots.
LEIGH:Yeah, what’s up?
ME:Do you want to meet?
LEIGH:Huh?
ME:You know, like, in person. Let’s meet. Let’s stop being internet friends and become actual friends.
LEIGH:You’re acting weird.
ME:I need to get out of this condo. I need to get out of this city. I want to go someplace and do something.
LEIGH:Uh hello, you just got back from Europe. Sexy guy, hot affair, remember?
ME:I might have elaborated about the hot affair.
LEIGH:What does that mean? Are you suggesting the sex wasn’t hot????
ME:No, the sex was totally hot. There just wasn’t a whole lot of it. It wasn’t really an affair. It was more like a one-time thing and now he’s gone and I’m stuck here and I just feel like the walls are caving in. Let me come to New Mexico. I’ve always wanted to see it.
LEIGH:…
LEIGH:…
I waited as the bubbles appeared and disappeared. Then appeared and disappeared again.
ME:Why do I get the feeling you’re not jacked about the idea of me coming to visit you? Maybe you prefer the anonymity of the online thing?
LEIGH:It’s not that. I think you would probably be surprised to know how much I would like to see you. Talk to you in person as opposed to messages here and there. But there are complications.
ME:Like what? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you think she would be jealous? Because that’s not how we roll, you and I.
LEIGH:No girlfriend. Nothing like that. I’m worried what you’ll think when you meet me in person.
ME:I’ll think, hey it’s Leigh, turns out she didn’t have scars or warts and shit like that.
LEIGH:I doubt that. You can’t come to New Mexico though. I’m not there anymore.
That had me frowning. She’d moved and she hadn’t told me. It was totally possible that I was putting way more emphasis on our friendship than she was. She most likely wasn’t a recluse who counted her one internet friend as her closest connection. So there was no reason for her to tell me about her life, but still it made me feel like this wasn’t such a good idea. To suggest we meet.
ME:On second thought, maybe it’s better if we didn’t meet. We’ve got a good thing going. Why mess with it?
LEIGH:Oh, no you don’t. No chickening out now. You want to meet, we’ll meet. Just let me come to you. It will be easier that way.
ME:What aren’t you telling me, Leigh?
Because there was something big there. Something huge that I could feel she was hiding behind her back.
LEIGH:I quit my job. Did I tell you that?
ME:No! You finally did it. You said you weren’t happy.
LEIGH:It was getting in the way of something I wanted. I had to make a choice, so I did.
ME:Good for you. But hey, if this is about money, then you should totally let me come to where you are.
