It’s all very ephemeral, these words you read, this blog, web sites and the Internet in general. Nothing really exists beyond numbers and code. Evidence of the physical world but out of our reach. So too are the connections we make online; others like us sitting in front of a lighted screen typing away.
In my last posting I mentioned the possibility of a date, well, it’s been a while since Miss M has made a connection, people write, they answer an ad and then they disappear. Afraid to make that leap to a physical connection, unable to get away from their wife or just living off the thrill of a fantasy as they imagine it. Yesterday I contacted a person who enjoys the erotic appeal of pantyhose as much as I do. Previous messages indicated that they were free on Tuesdays and had a desire to meet and share our passion. We had gotten together once before and conflicting schedules had made meeting again difficult. Off goes my e-mail, “Hey, are you still available on Tuesdays? Interested in getting together?”
Meanwhile, I check my e-mails and notice something on a posting from one of the groups I belong to. Suzie, another person I’ve gotten together with in the past and whom shares my same kinky passion for pantyhose, lipstick and high heeled shoes had posted on the group site asking if anyone was available to meet, the posting was dated from the previous week.
Suze and I have the same problem of conflicting schedules and towns and counties between us. It’s been over a year since we’ve been able to meet (this point might all be moot were I to own an automobile and drive). I sent her an e-mail, “Any luck connecting with someone from your posting?” Her answer came back negative, “But hey, are you available any time this week?”
“Well, tomorrow and possibly Friday early in the day.” She shot back an e-mail right away, tomorrow was fine and in a quick flurry of e-mails we set up a time and expressed our desires for the long overdue pantyhose encounter. Of course I had to add “Call me in the morning to confirm, because it takes about two hours to shower and get made up and dressed.
Checking my e-mail later in the day there was a response from the friend with Tuesdays free, “How about 12:30 tomorrow?
“Sure.” I wrote back, surprised, delighted, and confused about what to do. “Uh, call me in the morning to confirm, and um, hey, my friend Suzie might be here to join us.”
From that moment on I was wondering if it would all come together, would any of it come together? How strange would it be to not connect with anyone for months and then to have two dates in one day? Could I handle two dates in one day? Was I a total slut for even getting in this situation? Yes, it was strange. Yes, I could handle it, it would be better if their visits overlapped and we all got together in a pantyhose frenzy but I could handle two encounters in one day. I would feel sinfully wicked and would definitely have to share this experience on this blog. So, yes, I was a total slut for even considering this situation.
I painted my fingernails while watching late night television and considered the possibilities.
This morning I got the call from Suze, “Sorry, I can’t make it today.”
11:40 no word from my other pantyhose friend. How long should I wait?
12:00 nothing.
12:30 I take off the nail polish and go on with my life.
Pantyhose friend is going to get an e-mail; disappointed in the outcome of this morning should it be nasty? Berating? Or just, please don’t bother contacting me again?
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