Star Wars Coffee, Twirling Fingers, and a Cup of Words posted 7/4/2008 9:09:42 AM | 8 kudos what's this?     report abuse

j_goose

Yesterday I had yet another wonderful conversation with her. We actually talked while the sun was still out for once and at first it seemed out of place.

Most of our phone calls occur after that big fireball retires behind the building across the street, and Brother Moon takes her place in the infinite, sparkle sprinkled blackness.

She gets me. Not many do. Most of the characters I've met in this virtual environment peg me as a laugh bag. They watch to see what I'll do next. They wait to see my next "borderline boot" comment. I've developed into the guy who's supposed to push the envelope of proper etiquette.

And I do. All the time. But Meems sees things others haven't. Five hour phone calls can really give you insight on who you're talking to and planning to meet. I know she's tired, but I just can't picture a day without talking to her, even if it's just for a few moments. (which hasn't happened yet, we never seem to run out of things to say.) And I've never been a phone person. With her it comes easy. LIke we've known each other since childhoood.

She says she finds comfort in my voice. No odd accent. No high pitched whine. She says it's soothing to her when she hears me. Like I'm there twirling my fingers in her hair while we talk.

I hear the same in hers. But I hear the yawns as well, and I sometimes feel bad that I'm keeping her awake. Unfortunately for her, I'm a bit selfish. I need to hear her everyday. I want to reach out and collect all of her words and savor them. Put them in a cup and drink them. (She knows what I mean)

We talk and talk and talk. Our trip plans are remarkable. We get to play around with child like abandon the entire time, and I hope that at the end of the first day, we look at each other and say, "Let's stay one more day." Repeating that phrase the next day, and the next day, and the next.

We talk about dreaded visits, We talk about our lives, our kids, and our ideals. We talk about romance.

We talk about silly things. I told her I'm going to drive my '87 Dodge pick up to the camp ground. You know the one. Blueish in color with two brown mismatched doors. A slight lean to the left because of a broken leaf spring. Giant mud tires. I joke and say I'm going to put a "Just married sign" on the back and tell her to save some soup cans to drag behind it tied to some old twine and duct tape. She laughs and calls it the "white trash limo." See, she gets it. "Ole Blue" isn't my only car, but it's the appropriate one.

The conversation turns to subject matter of great importance. Like how to solve world hunger with Raman Noodles and Ketchup packets. My coffee gets cold and I put the mug in the microwave, so captured by her voice I forget that there are metal inlays on it.

The microwave "Pops" and "Crackles'. It looks like freaking "Star Wars" in there. I watch it for a few seconds, and we both laugh at my "short bus" riding skills.

Today, I'm going to a Fourth of July picnic. But I'll be thinking about her all day, and how I just know she'll love my friends and get along with my family. She'd fit in nicely. And she'd be accepted.

I told her I may not be able to call her until late. She tells me it's ok and to call anyway.

So tonight, when I go to bed, the ritual will be the same. She and I will dance on the phone. Soothing words mixed with gut busting laughter. We'll lull each other to sleep.

The whole time, I'll be twirling my fingers in her hair and drinking her words.

Every last drop.

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