Facebook of Love - Updating the Status Quo... part IV
The Logitech Notebook Webcam is just about THE BEST $40.00 I have EVER spent!
(After writing that last sentence… I went on a mental montage of forty dollar purchases… trying to find one better… and the only thing I could come up with was my white, patent leather, six-inch platform, knee-high go-go boots that have the precise angle built-in to shape and lift my ass to perky posterior perfection… and… each time I zip them up… caress my calves like no one else can)
I was so excited when I got home. Like a kid on Christmas Eve who just got home from Santa’s house! I got the package open as quickly (and injury free) as possible… set it all up to work with Skype… then… I FINALLY got to push the ‘Call with Video’ button. Oh yeah baby!!! I was practically jumping up and down. We were going to be able to see each other for the first time… in REAL time!
His number rang… and rang… and rang… I glanced up at the time… It was only like 5:00… “NOOOOOoooooo… DAMMIT!!!” 5:00 PM PST… which meant it was 1:00 AM GMT!
GMT: Greenwich Mean Time is the time Zone for the United Kingdom as well as a seemingly ENDLESS list of countries that fall within GMT’s boundaries. (See, I do listen to you… and now my dear, sweet friends know what the English do… in the Mean Time… hehehe)
The Speed of Sight/Sound being much faster than the Speed of Finger… he had answered the call before I had the opportunity to abort the Virgin Mission of Operation Jetson…
“’Ello!”
Shit!!! I could tell from the raspy crackle in his voice that I had just interrupted a long awaited appointment with The Sandman… an appointment that had been scheduled and missed repeatedly over the last month or so… and those that were kept… were unproductive at best… So, in an effort to dilute the level of my intrusion… I chose the “Beg forgiveness” method first!
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetie… I just realized what time it is. Did I wake you?” (Why do we ask that question when we know the answer??? Actually… don’t answer that… I already know… lol)
Even though I had expected a child-like reminder of the eight hours he had on me and my day… along with a recap of how much sleep he had been missing… the response I was hoping for was a little “softer” than the sharp morph of the words “yeah” and “yup” I received.
“Aww… I really am sorry… I was just too excited to think, I guess.”… Hoping he might ask ‘Why?’ and then I’d tell him about the webcam… and he’d immediately be awake and jumping at his computer…
“Well, I’ll let you go back to sleep, babe… I just wanted to let you know, I bought a webcam so we can see each other now…”
No response!
In a last ditch effort to peak his interest and possibly rustle up a dose of forgiveness, I said, “Okay… We’ll try it tomorrow… after you’ve had the chance to get your rest! G’nite then…” Surely he’ll respond better to that…
Again… no response. After about 30 seconds of my slow-motion-reach for the “End Call” button, I receive a very cool/agitated, “Yeaup”, which was quickly followed by “Alright… Speak to you in the morning …”
I was frozen… I didn’t want to move a muscle. How did THAT go so completely wrong? I didn’t hang up… neither did he. I could hear his deep breathing… and convinced myself that he was Sleep Skyping… and would have no recollection that I, no matter HOW accidental, I had shown blatant disregard for the: Reasonable Phone Hours Guidelines we had established only a week ago! (I use the term ‘WE’ loosely in this instance… as I was more on the listening end of that conversation than the speaking end!)
In the weeks that led up to this mishap… neither of us had been getting any sort of quality sleep. We had barely slept a straight 5 hours since I had started utilizing my PSP in our Skyping sessions. Our schedules were so out of whack, we didn’t know if it was day or night some of the time. His hours had bled into my hours… and vice versa. It was the worst case of Jet-Lag EVER suffered by people who hadn’t stepped foot aboard a plane, train or any form of transportation. We hadn’t even left our homes… and still we were feeling the pull of those 8 time zones and five thousand miles of Mother Earth that laid between us.
It wasn’t just being “tired”, though. Whatever we were doing… whatever “this” was… it was simply unheard of. Unprecedented confusion and uncertainty was all bundled together with this unmistakable feeling of familiarity and security.
Most relationships, when first beginning, go through a Green Broke stage.
You can get the saddle on… and even a bridle… you climb in that saddle and it seems to go smoothly for a bit. Then, outta the blue, clear sky… that pony will start bucking and snorting… even though it knows its efforts are futile... and not in harmony with its soul’s true aspiration.
We all seem to do the same damn thing with each other. You want to talk to them or spend time with them… you’re thinking about them a lot… or all the time… and for some reason, this agitates you… you even get pissed at the other person for making you want to be with them… as if they’re doing it On Purpose!!! It’s all part of that innate fear of hurt and rejection… just another stupid tool in our Self-Preservation Box. Well, add to that box the natural instinct to share your existence with another… the heart’s desire to love and be loved… It’s a wonder the Earth is as populated as it is.
We had had several conversations that lasted hours… and covered more topics than I could’ve imagined possible between just two people. They went from light and humorous nattering to the occasional, flirty pillow-talk… and from the more serious Advisory Conferences and Verbal Reward Ceremonies to the essential (and numerous) Shoulder Sessions.
