Wow, how exciting, love the x, replying last night, sure, let’s chat at ten.
The icon showing that she’s online. Five past ten, reasonably punctual but not too eager, clicking the chat button, the chat screen firing up.
Hi, got your email, is this a good time for you? Hi there, yes, fine. Hey, Lovely Lips, you’ve got an interesting profile, whereabouts near Hampstead do you live? Oh, quite close, have you done this sort of thing before? No, have you? Just once or twice. Anything come of it? No, nothing yet.
The online chat continuing. Her sentences crisp, good spelling and educated punctuation but not pedantic. Before long, a lot of questions being asked about my situation, especially past relationships.
This going on for forty minutes. Fun for the first twenty, then like having a conversation with an obsessive, no detail too small to be endlessly excavated.
An attempt from me, hey Lovely Lips, shall we exchange photo passwords, get a picture of who it is we’re chatting with. Oh, sure, but I’m just about to upload a new set, I’ll message the password to you when I’ve done that.
Finally, from me, well, shall we get together some time, how about a coffee at that Turkish place near the station? Yes, sounds good, but let’s maybe have another chat first, maybe next week. Okay then. Okay, speak next week. Okay, bye. Bye.
Thinking about it afterwards, she was getting her kicks from the process, probably just passing idle hours having online chats with various keen men.
