I recently met this lady for the first time. She was delightful. I smile when I think of her sparkling eyes, her soft skin, her gentle caresses. I called her on an impulse, though I'd seen her ads many times before.
We had never interacted. She had never emailed or PMed me, nor I her. She had never posted on my threads and I had never posted on hers. As far as I knew, she didn't know me from Adam.
But oh, the way her face lit up when we finally met. She had wanted to meet me for a very long time, unknown to me. I asked why she had never sent me a message, or commented on one of my posts.
She just shook her head. It just wasn't done. It would have been considered gauche, inappropriate, pushy. She was worried that I would have dismissed her missive as purely marketing, rather than as a sign of sincere appreciation.
I saw her point. Because I have gotten those messages too, clumsy and crass. They looked for clients, plural, any old guy with a white envelope and a twinkle in his eye. Any guy will do. It's just business. Nothing personal, man.
But you see, the thing is, I'd admired her for a long time also. I read her posts, saw her wonderful pictures. I'd never said anything either. I probably thought that it might have been interpreted as a implied promise to meet, an unlikely proposition considering the geographic distance separating us for the most part.
So we finally met, face to face, skin to skin. And we both shook our heads afterwards, with our runaway chemistry still making us pant, still beading our brows. We marvelled that we had never met before this, and at all the opportunities that we had missed to feel this way with each other.
It made me think. In only a very slightly different world than this one, we would have been ships passing in the night. We would have admired each other from a distance, never meeting, never suspecting. It made me wonder, if there were other ladies out there who watched me from afar. Ladies who followed my posts, devoured my stories as soon as I'd post them, without ever once commenting. And for me, I wondered if I should show more appreciation, signal interest to the ladies I've been following as well. Because these ladies have no idea I follow them, either. Perhaps I might never get to meet these ladies, but I wonder if they'd be interested in knowing I was interested.
Because we both lose out by not knowing. Our worlds are diminished, and a little bit colder. And life is too short not to pursue your dreams.
We had never interacted. She had never emailed or PMed me, nor I her. She had never posted on my threads and I had never posted on hers. As far as I knew, she didn't know me from Adam.
But oh, the way her face lit up when we finally met. She had wanted to meet me for a very long time, unknown to me. I asked why she had never sent me a message, or commented on one of my posts.
She just shook her head. It just wasn't done. It would have been considered gauche, inappropriate, pushy. She was worried that I would have dismissed her missive as purely marketing, rather than as a sign of sincere appreciation.
I saw her point. Because I have gotten those messages too, clumsy and crass. They looked for clients, plural, any old guy with a white envelope and a twinkle in his eye. Any guy will do. It's just business. Nothing personal, man.
But you see, the thing is, I'd admired her for a long time also. I read her posts, saw her wonderful pictures. I'd never said anything either. I probably thought that it might have been interpreted as a implied promise to meet, an unlikely proposition considering the geographic distance separating us for the most part.
So we finally met, face to face, skin to skin. And we both shook our heads afterwards, with our runaway chemistry still making us pant, still beading our brows. We marvelled that we had never met before this, and at all the opportunities that we had missed to feel this way with each other.
It made me think. In only a very slightly different world than this one, we would have been ships passing in the night. We would have admired each other from a distance, never meeting, never suspecting. It made me wonder, if there were other ladies out there who watched me from afar. Ladies who followed my posts, devoured my stories as soon as I'd post them, without ever once commenting. And for me, I wondered if I should show more appreciation, signal interest to the ladies I've been following as well. Because these ladies have no idea I follow them, either. Perhaps I might never get to meet these ladies, but I wonder if they'd be interested in knowing I was interested.
Because we both lose out by not knowing. Our worlds are diminished, and a little bit colder. And life is too short not to pursue your dreams.
