Cyber Me Tender
Okay, I’m not a Luddite, but I have finally given in to the Sin of Cyber. Okay, well, maybe not exactly that kind of Cyber just yet, but I have entered a chat room.
I wasn’t seeking a sex pro to cyber me on her (preferably) web cam, or to be subjected to vapid “lol” and emoticons of seemingly infinite variety, but to see, just to see, if I could connect with another lonely, yet smart and funny, human being. Hey, look here: I know what you’re thinking. I’m not desperate, or a geek shut-in. I’m just looking to make a connection without necessarily “hooking up” to (probably) misuse the venacular of those decades youthier than I.
Instead, I discovered the following:
Chat rooms are the territory of middle-aged, lonely men too timid or lazy to change things at home.
There are a frightening number of (apparent) teenagers aboard. Fifteen’ll get cha twenty. Ech.
The young ladies are there because – get this – they’re bored! Now, one has to take it on faith that they are indeed young ladies.
And finally, if one chose to broadcast a ASL (age, sex, location) of, say 23, F, London, one would be INUNDATED with what seem to be 13 year old boys looking for what they perceive is a good time. OMG!
The upside is that I felt inspired by the anonymity to publish my intention to not be a moron, to type in correctly spelled and grammatically formed sentences thoughts that were my own, as outrageous as they might be, and see what would float. Sort of like fishing for brains. And, I hooked one!
Yes, I have indeed made a happy connection with a young lady of 41, with a sense of humor, some life experience and a kind heart, who, by the way, likes to talk – just talk: perfect. Of course, I could use the Shield of Chat Room Invisibility to pretend I’m Michael Jackson or George Clooney, but I believe it’s far more fun to be able to run naked, say what comes to mind and be free through the veil.
The downside is this: what if I meet someone, like this young lady I’m talking about, who is simply the most perfect match as a friend imaginable but whose “L” (of the ASL we discussed earlier) is twelve thousand miles away, say, in Australia? I’m kidding myself, right? Hmmm.
I’m getting ahead of myself here as I often do – this is the penalty for having a large and useful brain. She could be in a trailer park in Idaho, or a dorm room in Oakland. Maybe I’m a class project. She could be a he, in which case, I’d have to do some serious thinking. Or maybe, this is the ultimate Turing test.
Don’t clue me in – I’d rather be ignorant and come to my own conclusions. While my policy is generally to state that it’s better to know than not, in this case, let me have my virginal view of a ray of humanity within the din. Please? Just a little longer.
Therefore, I would suggest that you watch this web log for updates on this very topic. I promise to tell all.
PS: Hearts, Rockita! LOL!