Everything and Nothing

Chat with her online for right now, my friends say.
Don't give her your email address.
Don't give her your phone number.
What if she's an ax murderer?

After three days of chatting online, she had piqued my curiosity. Clever and smart. Funny and sophisticated. Ever the smart ass. I immediately like her. She will not let up about giving her my number. She hates to type. Give her a break, she says.

What harm can come from talking on the phone? She promises that my phone is going to ring shortly.

Immediately, my phone rings with a Georgia number. And quits after one ring. Odd.

I ring back the same number.

"I only said your phone would ring. I didn't say I was going to talk to you!"

The nerve! She made me call her.

For the first time I hear her voice. Deep and sexy with just a hint of having lived most of her life in the South after growing up in the North. Her voice turns me to mush.

She pursues me, when all I want to do is date. After ten years with the same woman, I think I deserve a little strange. I'm not ready for a serious relationship.

She continues to call every day.

Sometimes, I let the phone ring even though ever fiber of my being wants to answer it. What could she want? She calls my other number. She emails. Within a few minutes, the weak and curious me gives in and I call her back.

"I just wanted to say hi", she engages me. She wanted to know how my day was going. For God's sake, it's a Tuesday! Nothing's going. It's just the same old boring day doing the same old things. And yet, I felt that spark. Like something was going on.

We would end up talking for hours about everthing and nothing.