Chatting With My Beloved

When Alexandra and I started talking about the possibility of becoming romantically intertwined I reinstalled a couple. And we often chat via Google Talk. (For a time that the chats put an end to most of our emails but then I started pouring out my excess words here for the amusement of strangers.)

Some nights when we meet in chatspace there’s nothing much to say. It isn’t like every day is filled with fresh revelations or excitement.

And there are the rough moments in chat. Ever and anon I type something that upsets Alexandra. The lack in keyboarding at each other is there’s no vocal tone, no eyes to see. As my words travel over to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean my meaning gets scrambled. And it can take an hour or two to set things aright. Instead of a few minutes like when we are sitting together on the couch.

Sometimes I feel as if I’ve become addicted to chatting with her. I won’t be planning to. But some force leads my mouse to the Talk icon. Really I don’t want to do more than give her a quick “Howdy.”

Some nights we don’t do more than assure the other that all is OK or share the quotidian discomforts of the day. The best nights are like those in what Alexandra has described as Late Night Relationship Therapy. We had one of those last night and I hope to share some of it with you soon. (As long as I’m linking to Alexandra’s posts here’s one of the two of us together.)

Funnily enough it is those good chats that leave me so nervous, fearing I can’t live up to them. But fretting aside I don’t know how I’d make it without them. Still six weeks or so be fore she’ll be back home.