I met a girl over the internet.
I dont get out much you see..
Our e-conversations were very fluid (ooer), and we discussed a wide variety of topics from the relative security and anonymity of cyberspace.

However as the months progressed, our meeting became more of an inevitability than Gordon Brown delaying a general election until the odds are stacked more favourably toward him.

And so we agreed to meet in a spit and sawdust pub near her home.
I have to confess to being socially awkward, unable to look a woman directly in the eye or to make any form of tactile contact without shaking like a sufferer of Parkinsons disease in a earthquake measuring 7.3 on the richter scale, so it goes as read that I found the whole experience rather embarrassing as we sat in relative silence punctuated by stilted remarks about the weather and the taste of the real ale.

I had arranged to stay at her house, 10 minutes walk away. Imagine my joy when I saw and then powered on her PC. She quickly grabbed a laptop and sat in the kitchen.

Within minutes we were deep in conversation like old friends, although I did find it a little hard going when she came in and asked whether I'd like a cup of tea.
(Vic Flange, Sun 9 Mar 2008, 11:28, 3 replies)

I like my reality mediated, rarely
Touching and rather sweet, but what we all want to know is did you actually cyber, and if so was it in the same room?
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sun 9 Mar 2008, 15:22, closed)

^ ^
and were webcams involved?
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Sun 9 Mar 2008, 18:41, closed)

welcome back
from the sanatorium?
(frankspencer, Mon 10 Mar 2008, 12:45, closed)