There's nothing I can't do, given time, and no problem I can't solve.There's nothing I can't do, given time, and no problem I can't solve. When real life gets too tough, I can always hide in the safety of the green glow of the terminal screen. And when things are so bad that I'm afraid to sleep, that green has been known to glow all night... When Sharon wrote me the first letter, I had no trouble writing back to her. Separated from her by hundreds of yards of wire, it was very easy to talk, to tell her she was beautiful, to tell her .... almost anything. I guess it was the same for her, too, because within several messages we'd covered almost every topic - especially sex! Boy, this woman had a *mind*, I tell you. I would ache after reading one of her messages, and of course, I'd be unable to move away from my desk for several minutes until the swelling went down! When I told her that, she laughed, and said, enigmatically, "Good". As the days went on, we got to know each other better over mail, and I began to notice certain changes in me, in my perception of the world. My terminal held less and less of a fascination for me - that was the major change. I noticed I was looking outside more, admiring the beauty of the flowers, trees, birds, the squirrels that came up to the window - and then it hit me: I was in love. Head over heels, up to my neck, and all those old cliches suddenly somehow seemed applicable, whereas before they were corny. My heart DID sing, my eyes sparkled, there *was* a spring in my step - and everyone noticed. I was madly in love - and I'd never even had lunch with the woman. Well, I would change that! In my next letter to her, I suggested lunch. She responded by suggesting a picnic lunch at the nearby park, and said she'd take care of the food and the driving. We met at her car the next day, and let me tell you, my heart was pounding a mile a minute! She was sooooo beautiful! I was frustrated, because now that I was with her, I saw I didn't have the "guts" I had found so easily when writing over the terminal. Sharon instantly picked up on my discomfort. |