The morning of my departure, I was doing my daily internet browse and an instant message popped up. It was not as routine as the daily messages I normally got from him. “Hey. When do you leave?” I explained that I was flying out at 6am. “You have a ride to the airport?” My mother was going to take me. The questions peeked my curiosity. He didn’t usually ask questions like this without a reason.
I thought about that. “He didn’t usually...” What did I know from what he usually did? The statement was funny, because I had only met him once and yet we had talked online every day for the past 2 months. Most of our conversations revolved around my sexual experiences with other people. There was a definite interest in the blog, but I had first slept with him before the blog’s inception. He and I actually first brainstormed the idea of a blog together, post-coitus. In my brief moments of ‘knowing’ him, we had co-conspired on the birth of a blog, in which, I would talk about my sexual explorations. Past that, we knew nothing of each other.