Words, Blood and the Nemesis posted 6/22/2008 1:45:30 PM | 14 kudos what's this?     report abuse

LaughTillYaPuke

We met on the worst dating site in the world. Connecting Singles. Picture blog land at it's worst, and you have an idea of what there forums are like on a daily basis. I have been kicked off that site more times than the years I have been on this earth. Torturing the Mod's there is my only evil outlet. They have no sense of humor. I am their nemesis.

I had to take a break from Md for a bit. Is it the people, the pace, or just me? It sucks me dry sometimes. I can walk away from online at anytime...I have just found that I can't stop writing. So I went back there. Posted a pic of my eyes. One eye in fact I'm pretty sure. And I wrote. My old friends had no idea I was there. I never posted in the forums. My MD friends had no idea where I had run off to, and I was content in my solitude.

So it was me and about 4 other bloggers. No, I'm not kidding. Pretty lame over at that site. So, while I would love to admit that I found this fabulous writer, he was pretty much the only tree in that desert. I devoured his words and languished in the oasis he provided. Popped a few comments on his blog but played it cool. His girlfriend was busy marking her territory and you don't mess with women like that. They don't understand when you tell them they can have the body, you just want the words. Wrap them around yourself like a blanket and get warm. Hand it back and let them re-shuffle them all over again. She contacted me after my first comment. "Isn't he wonderful. I just SOOOOO love him. If he ever contacts you, let me know."

Well shit. And I can't even log on as hidden. I became one of those women that other women abhor. I wrote him on the sly. We talked words. Sentences and blood. He even wrote me a few times about his relationship. But nothing ever about us. It was the words. Always and only the words.

I'm a practiced criminal, I can tell when the heat is on. I wrote him off a quick note and told him I felt the Mod's closing in. Shared my torrid past and how I got myself into this hunted situation. Told him it had been fun, and If I dropped off the face of the earth, it wasn't voluntary. I told him where he could find me if he ever got bored. I was ColdInWisconsin back then. But I'm not sure if I ever gave him my profile name. Less than 24 hours later, they cancelled me, but left my blogs up for the world to see. I hate them for that. And my payback is coming.

Back to Md I came. And so did he. He found the pace slow. (and it IS much slower) He immediately took out a stick and started poking people with it. I saw him and smiled. Fresh blood. That's always good. I blogged, I played in the forums. He did too. We rarely did together. We would go two weeks without contact, then write long detailed letters to one another. Nothing ever intimate or sexual. Just life. Words. Sometimes blood. We commented on each others blogs, but more often than not, wrote our responses in private. He wrote two blogs that I never commented on. Even in private. They were the kind of things a man writes to a girl that he is very much in love with. There is no fitting comment to those.

I flew to Ireland. Worked my tail off and then hit a road trip. I then did the unthinkable. I wrote him and told him that I was interested in him. Him and another man, and I would like to get to know him better. And it took more courage than you know. I could handle the rejection, I just wasn't sure if I could stand to lose the words. Not only was he game...he had been waiting for me. And we madly resumed our wonderful friendship. And to be gut honest, not one damn thing changed between us except we didn't go two weeks without writing anymore. And it was about that time I would find out that Pam and been slyly skooching us closer together all the while.

And then, I felt the need to chase a dust trail. I immediately told him and asked him to please understand. 1 month. Give me one month and I'll have the answer to the questions you haven't asked me yet. It took me 3 weeks and I was back. And it was at that moment really that I first started to fall for him. That he had waited. That he was kind. No guilt for me. No regrets. Just calm assurance from him that he had waited for me.

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Blogs by LaughTillYaPuke: I Dream of real Men The Lint Roller I Live like this all Day Long Ride Hate, Misery, and the relief that only comes from sharing it Strut Agenda's The Cloying Sweetness of Roses Burning a Hole in my Pocket Polka Dot Confection Something Delectable I dance with the Goose Man, Coo Coo Kachoo Words, Blood and the Nemesis Lunch Lady Land Knowledge is Power We forget to live Madness and Mayhem As Good as Gone And I Run The Re-Gifter Blogging Innocence Choose our own Destiny....The End We're All in this Alone...Part 5 But Will You Thrive?...Part 4 Castle on the Hill...Part 3