A chance Meeting ~ Closed for Schmoe and myself

[molly_hunter28]

Signing in yet again to my current new addiction, I couldn't wait to be see if the threads I were in moved along. My hands itched to type, wanted to continue down the path my characters were on. Living out dreams and needs through them. Finding what was missing by typing with someone on the other end of a comuter.

I smile as I see that he's posted, that I get the chance to respond. To pour out whats inside me. What I want to say, want I want to do. Things I long to have played out in my life. Rubbing my hands together, my fingers begin trailing over the keyboard.

Entering line after line, writing out my deepest desires. Having our characters interact. Talking, acting out various activities. All the while wondering about you. Wondering what you are like. Do you wonder about me? What I'm like?

I hit the send button, waiting for your responce so we can continue our playing. My mind realing with thoughts not only about these threads but about us. Wondering if I sent you a note, would you answer. Would you want to chat? Would you want to shere things with me?

 

[schmoe_128]

My life had been boring and frustrating, leading me to the internet and a bulletin board with other people in a similar situation. In a short time I had found certain people I preferred to post with and found a specific writing style.

I logged on “LitlERacn” and checked the threads I was in. Mostly with a woman who seemed to fit perfectly to my style “PhotoGirl” was her screen name. I noticed she had posted over night, causing my heart to skip in anticipation of where she was going to take our threads.

I smiled as I read her posts, realizing we were thinking the same way for our characters. I posted my reply to the threads, wondering about her, what she was like, if she was anything like the characters she portrayed in the threads.

While I waited for her replies and checked some other threads, I decided to check out her profile. I realized she had the same IM software as I did and decided to try adding her to my contacts, wondering if she’d actually be willing to chat with me outside of the bulletin board, again waiting for a reply to the invitation. While I waited, I wondered if she’d be willing to open up a little more about her personal life, be friends along with posting buddies.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Signing into my messenger, I saw I had a request to add someone. My heart skipped a beat it was my writing partner. I toyed with the idea of blocking him, not sure what to expect. My curiosity and desire for some reason to know him lead me to the accept button.

There he was, know a friend, an internet buddy. My mind realing as I looked back to our posts. Sure I wasn't going to hear from now, or if ever. I began reading, smiling at the way we seemed to click with our characters. Knowing how we wanted the story to go. Getting ready to post a reply I saw a flashing orange on my screen.

My goodness, it had to be him. What should I say?

Opening the window I see his words. A simple hello. I can handle that. I type back hello, how are you and hit the send button. Returning to the thread I'm trying to type in. My still going crazy with the thought that I'm chatting away with him.

I am in mid sentence when I see it blinking again. Wondering what he is saying I finish my post, wanting to give my attention to his words. It's simple, his response. My eyes trail over his words. I smile, not being able to help myself.

 

[schmoe_128]

My heart skips a small beat as I see her accept my IM invitation. Now what, I think to myself as I try to decide what to messenger to her. I decide to start basic and just send a simple hello. I hit the send button and wait for her reply, hoping she would.

Just as I go to work, I see the flashing icon on my screen telling me she had replied. I open it with a bit of anticipation, wondering if she’d be accepting of a simple chat, hoping she would. I smile lightly as I see her simple response hello, how are you.

I take a deep breath and type a simple reply, “Good thanks, and you? I hoped you’d accept my invitation. I like to chat with the people I RP with, to try to get to know them a little.” I have so much I want to ask, so much I would like to say to her, but figure I better wait a bit before I start to dig to deep.

As I wait for her reply, I try to think of what to ask her next. In the mean time, I check our threads again and see she’s posted a reply there too. I open that and read it. As I’m typing, I again see the icon start to flash. I quickly finish my post and go to the chat window, smiling lightly as I read her reply.

 

[molly_hunter28]

They are just words, making casual talk as to pass the day I tell myself. Nothing more so calm down girl. Se he only wants to chat with those he RP's with, nothing special. Just talk to him as though you don't really want to know all about him.

That he's like on a day to day basis? What he does for a living? What he does to relax? Is he married, are there kids? All those questions and more I want to know. From the very first post with him I wanted to know more. His words doing more then heating up my body, they touched me.

I sit up and begin typing my reply. "I'm doing good. It's nice to be able to chat, and now more about someone that you RP with. Gives a better idea of how to handle characters and such." Without thinking I hit send. Reading the words across the screen I sigh.

I sound so goofy, what a dork he's probably thinking. I'm almost sure he'll be sorry he ever sent a message. I shake my head and minimize the window, checking on the threads once again and finding a reply. I put my mind there, in the thread, playing out the fantasy we have created. I type away not realizing that the little box is blinking. Finishing my post, I then open it and read, watching as his words roll of and into my head. Wondering how his voice would sound saying them.

 

[schmoe_128]

I wonder if I’ve started something I can’t stop, or even if I want to stop it. I find myself waiting for her replies. When I see the icon start to flash, my heart jumps again as I quickly finish what I’m doing so I can read what she has to say.

I chuckle lightly as I read it, realizing her thought is the same as mine, that we can add some personal touches to the characters if we know a little about each other. The biggest question running through my mind is how much I want to know and how much she’s willing to share.

I type my reply “Exactly my thoughts hun. It adds a little personal touch to know a little about them. So, what do you do?” and I hit the send button. Only as the words appear in the display do I realize I had put the word hun in there, hoping it doesn’t offend her.

I go back to my work and wait for a reply. It’s a bit slower in coming and I can’t help but think that I’d pushed a bit to far with that one little word. I start to type another message when I notice on the bottom of the screen that she’s typing. I stop and wait to see what her reply will be.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Typing away, I hadn't seen the the message box blinking. My thoughts here in the thread. Absorbed in what our characters were doing. Wanting that kind of connection. Funny how one can write about it just can't find it in their lives.

Opening the box, she smiled. So they thought the same. A similarity between them. Something else they shared. Plus used the word hun, did it slip. He probably hadn't ment anything by it. I was sure.

What do I do? Nothing glamorus, or too interesting for some I typed. I'm a photographer. Mostly nature stuff but I've taken a few potraits and such. What about you? What keeps you busy during the day?

I hit the send button and read over it. Not bad I thought. I sat there waiting. Hoping that he would tell me about himself. Let me in on a little more of him. I didn't know why I wanted to know. I just did.

 

[schmoe_128]

Photographer huh, I thought to myself. How do I make a connection with that? Then I remembered a family friend who was a photographer I typed a message to her, talking about how he hated taking outdoor pictures because he wanted more control of the lighting, etc, etc.

I hit the send button and realized I hadn’t answered her about what I do. I started typing again, telling her that I was a Cad drafter and that it was a bit specialized, especially for the area I live in and again hit the send button.

Our chat continued for a good part of the remainder of the day, just finding out the basics about each other, nothing to specific.

The next day I log on to my messenger first, hoping she would be there. No luck. I log onto the bulletin board and see she has posted since I left it the day before. I smile as I open the first thread and read her post, amazed at how close our minds work.

I read through all the posts and decide to send her a PM to see if she feels like chatting. Much to my joy and, actually, surprise, she logged in to chat with me. My first message to her was simple. “Good morning, how are you today?”

 

[molly_hunter28]

Getting up in the morning, coffee in hand I turned on my computer. More work today from home. First though I thought I'd check Lit. See if anything was going on in my threads. A couple had posted so I decided to respond. After finishing one I got a note, a PM.

It ws from him. Wanting to know if I was up for chatting. I had such a great time the day before I logged on, not bothing to let him know I would. I smiled seeing his name and then a message from him.

“Good morning, how are you today?”

I begin typing a quick hello. Telling him I was good a little tired and all since I was still on my first cup of coffee. What about you? How was your night?

I hit that send button and went back to Lit, before pulling up some photos to doctor up. I smile when I see the orange yet again flashing. Too bad I can't change that colour I think to myself. Something other then that one would be a plus.

 

[schmoe_128]

As I’m looking through my threads on Lit and chatting with another person from a different thread, my eyes are drawn to the flashing icon telling me she has replied. I stop in mid sentence in the other conversation to see what my new chat buddy has to say…

I chuckle a little as I read it “good a little tired and all since I am still on my first cup of coffee. What about you? How was your night?”

I start to type my reply telling her “If you want, you could just snuggle up to me and rst on my shoulder.” And hit the send button. Again, like the day before, I realize I didn’t actually answer her question. So, I start typing again.

“I’m good, a bit tired, but good.” Simple and to the point. I want to say that my day is improving since she was here, but I think better of it.

One of our threads had kind of died and it seemed like we were the only ones posting in it “So, what do you think of splitting John and Kari off into their own thread and continuing their romance?” I asked her.

 

[molly_hunter28]

It flashes, that little box and I can't help but smile. Opening it I read and see that he is typing yet again. Resting my head on a shoulder would be nice, so I decide to run with that idea. I begin my response.

"That sounds inviting. Maybe a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate..."

The rest of his words appear as I type. I smile and lagh as hementions our longest running thread. What to do with John and Kari. They seem to reaching a point of stopping. Not much more they can do in a thread.

"...well I guess after they marry we can tie it together and end their story. Maybe begin a new thread?"

Hitting the send I begin to wonder. Will he even want to write with me. Maybe he doesn't think my writing is all that great and is only hanging around, being nice. In any case its been thrown out there. All I can do is wait.

 

[schmoe_128]

I read her reply and smile. I pause, thinking for a moment, wondering what her intentions with it are. I start to type my reply “Sounds nice, cuddled in front of a nice fire, sipping on our hot chocolate, holding each other…. I’d love to do another thread with you if we wrap up our characters. Got any ideas?” and hit the send button.

I sit back and smile lightly as I go back to LIT, looking at a couple of threads, waiting for her to reply. I find myself wondering more and more about her, wondering how much of her private life she’d share with me and how much I want to share with her.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Do I have any ideas? My mind is full of them. So many stories to explore. I wouldn't know where to begin. What step to take next. I don't want to answer, a few but do you have any? I want to give him a thought, an idea. To know how he feels about something I've come up with.

"What about a meeting thread? Two people sharing some threads, that happen to talk. Get to know one another. A story of them and how they grow?"

Hitting send its off. I hope he likes it. Maybe its too much. I quickly type something else and send it off. Not wanting to sound like I can't come up with a few ideas.

"I could think about another. Maybe you have one."

Send...

Great just what I didn't want. Too late now I tell myself.

 

[schmoe_128]

I see the little icon beckoning me again and smile. I stop mid reply to a thread to read what she has to say….

"What about a meeting thread? Two people sharing some threads, that happen to talk. Get to know one another. A story of them and how they grow?"

I think about the possibilities of it and smile. It could be interesting. “Hmmm, a ton of possibilities. I like the idea, do you want to set it up?” I typed and hit the send button.

I couldn’t help but wonder where a thread like that would lead, if other people on LIT would like it and read it. Or if it would just be our own little world. I couldn’t help but wonder how much of our chats would come into play in it. I guess we’ll find out I thought and went back to finishing my reply to the thread.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Reading over his lines, then re-reading them. He liked the idea. Perfect I thought. Continuing on a story with him made me happy. I enjoy writing with him. Plus now I was given another chance to learn more.

"If you don't mind I'll set it up and send you a link."

I wait, wanting to make sure its okay. My mind thinking about all the various ways to begin a thread. How to set up my own character to draw people in.

I head into the board and open a new thread. Leaving the title for last my fingers fly over the keyboard. Words, thoughts pouring out of me in detail. I type and type almost not noticing the flashing on my screen.

I click and read, absorbed suddenly in his words as I felt myself doing.

 

[schmoe_128]

I read her simple reply and smile just because it’s from her. “Go ahead, I look forward to it.” I simply said, not sure what else to type and hit the send button

I go to LIT again and post in a couple of threads while I wait for the PM from her with the link to our new thread, my pulse quickening a bit with the anticipation of how she’ll set it up our where it’ll lead.

I decide to send her another IM. “By the way, just so you know, my real name is Ryan” and hi the send button again, wondering if she would want to know or care.

 

[molly_hunter28]

I finish typing, my fingers still on the keyboard. I read over it. Then a title hits me and I use it. I smile as I hit the post button. I'm almost positive that my writing partner will enjoy our new thread.

I see that he sent a new message, I click on it and begin to read. His name, already I'm a little nervous. Yes I wanted to know more but without the use of real names there is a sort of anonimity we have. Yet I feel comfortable with him, at ease.

I type slowly thinking of the words I want to use. Being honest with him as it is my nature to do. Lieing only leads to trouble and so I don't want that.

Ryan, my name is Jennie. Question though for you. What made you tell me your real name? Just curious is all....

Hitting the send I watch it go. I don't want him to feel hurt by my words. I am really just curious. Had I not wanted to tell him I would have told him so. I guess I want to know if he wants to find out more about me as I want to find out about him.

 

[schmoe_128]

I’m reading through a thread and just ready to post to it when I see that little icon flashing again, making me smile. I click on it, hoping that me telling her my real name hasn’t offended her or gone past the boundaries she wants for our chats.

I read it and smile, she’s told me her name too. I pause for a moment and try to decide why I had told her my name.

“Well, Jennie, I guess I just wanted you to know what it was. Make our chats a little more personal. Nothing implied in it. And thanks for sharing yours.”

I hit the send button and wonder just how much she’s willing to share with me…. I decide to try to get a bit more information out of her…

“So, is there a Mr. PhotoGirl? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, I’m just curious” I type and hit the send button again. When I see the words appear in the box, I start to wonder if I’ve pushed to far, hoping I haven’t.

 

[molly_hunter28]

So he was just curious, wanting to know more like I do. Thats a good sign. Something to help calm me and relax the way my tummy is doing all sorts of flip flops. I begin to type when I see something else come across the screen.

“So, is there a Mr. PhotoGirl? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, I’m just curious”

The question of all questions. Knowing that I'll be honest, I can't be otherwise I begin typing to him. Sharing with him a little of myself. Leaving something out of what I type. Wondering how much information I should share.

Matter of fact there is one. Although he wouldn't like being called that too much. I don't mind telling you. What about you is there a Mrs. LitlERacn?

Hitting the send button I smile. Things, talking with him seemed to be going well. Learning just a few personal things so far. Nothing to dramatic. The conversation making me feel at ease and happy that I signed on.

 

[schmoe_128]

As I’m typing a post I see that wonderful icon flashing again and breathe a sigh of relief that I didn’t push her away by asking about a husband. I finish the post quickly and click on the icon. I smile at her honesty and start to type my reply.

I guess I can understand why he wouldn’t want to be referred to as Mr. PhotoGirl. Is there a Mrs. LilERacn, honestly, yes there is.

Send….

As I sit and look at the screen, I wonder where this is all headed. I want to know more about her, about Jennie and decide to try something.

How would you feel about playing little question game? A which would you prefer type of thing? For example, beach or mountains? We'll take turns.

I hit the send button and start to think of some things I’d want to know without getting to personal in case she’s up for it. Something about these chats are starting to make me happy, make me smile.

 

[molly_hunter28]

After sending him PM wth a link to our new thread I smile. Things seem to going well. Learning about him, alittle at a time was nice. There was no pressure for more. Just a common sharing which I hadn't felt before.

A flashing on the screen catches my eye and I open it to read the newest part of our conversation. I smile slightly knowing that there is also a Mrs in his life. Yet something else we share.

As I begin to type just that he sends through another message. One to get to know more about each other without feeling like typing a novel. Just a game of sorts, what we would like more.

I catch myself smiling agan and finish my reply.

I was thinking yet another thing we share.... I think that would be fun. Let us know a little more about each other...

Hitting the send button I wait for the first question. Thinking to myself what kind of things I want to know, what I'll ask....

 

[schmoe_128]

I was working on some stuff when our chat icon started flashing again. It made me think of LIT so I refreshed my browser and saw a PM for me. I opened it and as it loaded, I read her reply to playing a little game.

I smile as I realize she wants to know more about me too. I think about what I want to ask first and figure might as well start basic

So, which is it for a vacation, mountain or beach? and I hit the send button.

Pretty basic, start there and see where it goes. After sending it, I went back to LIT and checked out our new thread and read her first post. I realize it sounds a lot like our chats and it makes me wonder…..

 

[molly_hunter28]

Flashing...Flashing....Flashing...

I can't help but laugh as I open the message. My eyes reading over the words. It starts out simple enough. First question and where to vacation....

There are so many places but the rule is it has to be one listed. So I think. Knowing it would depend on my flighty mood I want to answer but I hold back.

Ummm, lets see it really depends but the more I think on it I would say beach. You?

Send.

I head back over to the Lit boards and begin replying to a few threads that have popped back up. My smile growing as I think about the new friendship I have and where it will lead. What things I'll learn not only about myself but about him.

 

[schmoe_128]

I can’t help but chuckle as I start to post in our new thread, almost copying how our chat had started. As I hit the submit button, I see it flashing again.

Beach huh, I think about the AV she has on LIT and wonder if it’s her. Until I know otherwise, I figure I’ll imagine it is, which adds to my reply.

hmmm, beach huh? I can’t help but imagine you in a bikini sitting on a beach….. being from somewhere that gets damn cold in the winter, I like the fun in the sun idea too. The mountains are beautiful but I’d have to say beach…. Your turn.

Back to work, trying to get something done, but I find it almost impossible, trying to think of what to ask next and wondering what Jennie will come up with.

 

[molly_hunter28]

How could I not have guessed we both would like the beach. More and more we seemed to be clicking in our ideas and thoughts. I smiled thinking about what else I could say to him, what else I wanted to know.

Cars or trucks?

I type and hit send. I wanted to know what he liked. I myself had a preference and was hoping that again we shared the same one. I knew from his AV picture he liked cars but was curious if they were his favorite.

I moved bac into the world of Lit. Looking over things, threads I needed to post on and began typing. My thoughts pouring from as I did. Music softly playing in the background.