Kerryn WoodOFFLINE....
August 23rd 2008 01:55
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HER CHAPTER ONE...
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She was going to vomit. Her face was burning, her palms were clammy, her underarms sweaty. And while her mouth was intolerably dry, tiny drops of sweat began to trickle down the bridge of her nose and bead across her forehead.
Deep within, an erratic troupe of butterflies performed their silent chaotic and feverish dance; flitting, fluttering, flying, whizzing, whirling, wheeling. They somersaulted, cartwheeled and rapidly bounced back and forth off the walls of her stomach. Her feelings of nausea escalated by the second; and he wasn’t even out of the plane yet! Jesus, the plane hadn't even come into view!
Between the parked cars and the fence to the small country airstrip she stood at waiting, Ellie began to pace the narrow slit of concrete the airport called a pavement. She fidgeted with her bottle of water; opening the cap, taking a sip, placing the cap back on. She rubbed her clammy palms down her pants, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and took another gulp of water. Ellie dropped the lid and as it rolled in the dirt, she swore loudly as she bent to pick it up.
Bloody hell, CALM DOWN! She silently berated herself. Get it together girl, she whispered between clenched teeth. She had to get it together because there wasn't long to go: merely minutes. Holy crap! She quietly chanted her mantra: Breathe. Smile. Relax. Breathe. Smile. Relax. Breathe. Smile….oh who was she kidding!?
God she was nervous: nervous, anxious and worried. Ironically, Ellie was also extremely excited. She was excited, tired, clammy, sweaty, anxious and nervous. Ellie was actually a whole lot more nervous than she had ever anticipated, and came to the startling realisation that this time was possibly the worst she had ever felt in her entire 31 years of life. Of course feeling this awful way, her thinking side of the brain reasoned, was being entirely too melodramatic, was unnecessary, and was also completely irrational and detrimental to her health, her head, heart and more importantly, her hair do. She had to calm down, she had to get it together, and she had to breathe. None of this constant and negative internal verbal torture was helping the situation either.
Ellie drew in a deep breath and winced in pain as she realised how incredibly stiff, tight and tense her shoulders were. She sighed heavily and then giggled, for crying out loud, she gently scolded herself before shaking her shoulders, tilted her head gently from side to side in an attempt to stretch out the tightness and pain she was feeling.
She pondered the thought: imagine if we get married. I wouldn’t make it, I would curl and up into a mangled heap and die from a massive panic attack the morning of the wedding. This made her laugh. You are so ridiculous and sensational Ellie, she scolded herself yet again, and you think too damned much too. Be quiet: relax and breathe, relax and breathe.
The bit about thinking too much, she had heard before. He had said it to her many times. Her thoughts turned to him, to the typing on the screen and to those words, his words, him. In an instant, the computer screen in her mind turned to visualizations of a romantic kind and she saw them walking together along a beach. She saw him take her hand in his, he lovingly placed his arms around her, she watched him pull her in close, and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her. Ellie smiled dreamily and then rather promptly the performing troupe of butterflies began their dance again; the anxiety-ridden flutter in her stomach rudely snapping her out of her daydream. Blinking hard out of her haze and back into reality, she realised how tired she was.
God she was tired. Her eyes stung, itched and burned even though they lay hidden behind her sunglasses. When Ellie had finally gone to bed last night, she had not slept at all well.
For hour after frustrating hour, Ellie lay tossing and turning. Eventually, she succeeded only in becoming more anxious, grumpy and over-tired.
The promise of various calming remedies induced hours before bedtime had all been futile. Her attempts to attain some sense of calm, control, inner peace and tranquility had all failed. The disappointingly unfunny movie hardly conjured a laugh from Ellie, despite the few beers and several scotches' she consumed while watching. However, it did succeed in wavering - if only momentarily - the level of anxiety caused by the sudden realisation of what was going to be happening the next day. Ellie tried cleaning her room, for the fourth time, and then the house, for the fifth time, which only made things worse: it only served to amplify the reality.
Her flatmate Alison rolled, and together they smoked a big fat joint. This succeeded in spinning her out and her mind ran wild with paranoia and some "what-ifs", a few "buts…" and a whole lot of "oh-my-fucking-god's!" "Oh my god what if he hates me; oh my god what if I'm too fat; oh my god what if I'm too short, too ugly, too loud, not funny, not pretty, not rich enough, not cool enough, just not “enough”?"
Her flatmate suggested that she; “…listen to some nice classical music…" She told her flatmate to bugger off. Her flatmate suggested they go to the pub and get drunk. Ellie pointed out to her flatmate that while going out and getting drunk would most certainly help temporarily, her desire to wake up without a hangover so she could, "look good tomorrow", was the more ardent and indeed prudent case. Her flatmate responded to this with haughty laughter and suggested that she had better start on the 'looking good' activities now! The two girls laughed and the anxiety was repressed - fleetingly.
No sooner than forgotten, it reared itself again like a crazed, bucking bronco, kicking Ellie right in the guts, when the phone rang.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkk kkkkkkkkkk!!!" she yelled long and loud. The deafening curse doubling as a fright response from the sudden noise, and a release of pent up tension that was quickly mounting further, harder, higher. A nasty pain had been developing inside Ellie's body and now it begun to rapidly creep and claw its nasty little evil way up her back, her shoulders and her neck.
At this stage, she had a headache. These symptoms were familiar to Ellie, and what made it worse is that she knew she had the ability to control it. But tonight, it was so painstakingly evident that that was going to be impossible. The unmerciful and ugly beast of stress and anxiety had penetrated her body yet again and was rapidly and relentlessly consuming her bones and her joints, her head and her mind. This powerful force increasingly possessed her entire being and this time she possessed neither the will nor the way to exorcise the beast. The only relief she found from the exhausting pain racking her body, came from the joint she had shared earlier: dope, if nothing else good, always eased her physical pain.
"It's probably him calling to say he isn't coming," she said drolly, hesitating before answering the phone.
"Hello?" Ellie's voice quavered with nervous tension. "Oh, hi." Her whole body visibly relaxed. "Yes….. Yes….Yes….thankyou…Yes…No…I'm not sure, I don't know, I'll let you know…Yes..okay…gotta go…..alright then, thankyou…yep. I’m going to go to bed now….Yes, OKAY…Yes, thankyou Mum…..Bye Mum." Ellie let out a big sigh and then slammed the phone down.
"Mum wishing me luck and stuff for tomorrow!" she explained to her flatmate.
"That's nice"
"Hmmm, I need it!" Another nervous giggle escaped into the high energy-filled air, the highly charged particles, crackling, aiding and fueling each other on.
"I have to go to bed. I feel like shit. This sucks!"
"Come here,” Alison motioned to her friend, and the two girls embraced tightly, the shorter of the two letting out another heavy sigh into the unfeeling, dark and cold night. "Sleep well angel girl,” her friend kissed her cheek and wished her goodnight. Ellie went to bed. She didn’t sleep well.
And now, standing outside the terminal, the person for whom she had so willingly and more than adequately stored this pent up angst and stress, these roller coaster emotions and tumultuous feelings, was about to appear, at any moment.
Her head hurt, her body ached, her nerves frazzled; she felt thoroughly fried and absolutely exhausted. However, this was THE meeting. The first time they were to finally meet, face to face.
Ellie told herself, “Breathe……. 2…3…4…. Remain calm…. All is well….no expectations, No Expectations, NOOOOO EXPECTATIONS……and Breathe…..2….3…..4……. "
Suddenly a loud shrill voice split the silence, "Here it comes, here it comes!" The excited high-pitched squeal of a young child standing close by, shattered Ellie's concentration into sharp, twisted shards, sending them scattering out into the universe. She suddenly hated the child and silently thanked her gods that the little girl was far enough away to miss a slap, which is what Ellie secretly wanted to do.
And now, it was about to happen, this was it - almost. She looked up into the sky and saw the plane. Her stomach lurched.
Ellie winced. I do not want to do this, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god, she whispered under her breath. She quickly reprimanded herself: this is stupid Ellie; you have met people before, what is your problem? Stop being so ridiculous and silly. Now settle your ass down, take some deep breaths, and start enjoying this moment. You have been waiting for this for such a long time, and girl, it may never come again.
The plane landed, and then turned around. To Ellie that seemed to take an hour.
The plane came to a halt and eventually the propellers slowed, before finally stopping. Next, the steps came down.
She shifted her weight to her left leg. She stood up straight, shoulders back, head up, tits out - just a little. She tussled her hair, pushed her sunglasses up onto her nose, shit, she was sweating. She wiped her forehead, gulped a few mouthfuls of water trying not to spill it. Her hands were shaking. Her hands were clammy. This was it. She felt sick.
Passengers had begun walking off. First a female flight attendant, and then another. A tall women in a knee length skirt and briefcase; then a family - mum, dad, boy, girl, come on little boy, hurry up. An elderly couple, come ON, please hurry up little-old-man-with-walking-s tick, staff helping now, but still slow, slow, too bloody slow! Young couple next, then a man in a suit, another man in a suit, and a third man in a suit. Men in Suits. Men in Black. Ellie laughs at her own joke.
Then she saw him. The tall guy stepped into view. She knew it was him, it was the electric blue hair! She thought he’d been joking about that. Ellie giggled and although the butterflies in her tummy tripled, she let out a big sigh of relief. Ellie suddenly felt OK. She smiled.
She watched him. He was quite a bit taller than Ellie had imagined, despite knowing exactly how tall he was, but the theory is often quite different to reality, and she knew this from experience. He was tall and he loomed above the other passengers in size and stature.
Ellie was short and on the contrary, didn’t stand out in anything. She used the word ‘voluptuous’ to describe her physical self. He had said that ‘voluptuous’ meant more to cuddle, and that he imagined she would have nice ‘womanly curves’. Ellie smiled again.
As she watched him walk toward her, the electric blue hair that he said he would have but that she didn’t really believe, became brighter and brighter. Excellent, Ellie thought, I can’t wait to show him off to my friends. She giggled in delight, he emanated 'coolness' - his hair, his walk, his clothes, his style, all so very cool. She loved that he was different. She always had, from the day they had 'met'.
He wore mostly black. Black pants, black leather jacket, and what was that he had under it? Pink? A bright, almost hot pink T-shirt. Brilliant! The combination of electric blue, sheik black and hot pink, was surprisingly sexy. He certainly stood out from the other passengers. She laughed as she remembered their very first online conversation where they talked about meeting for the first time, he was in exactly what he had said he would wear - she had the saved conversation in her hard drive to back it up!
Ellie noticed his broad shoulders and his arms, and suddenly she saw the vision again, the one of him holding her, snuggled up in those long, strong arms, and pulling her close to his chest.
Ellie shivered out of her trance and watched him saunter closer toward her, his cool black sunglasses still covering his eyes. He looks fantastic, Ellie thought. She smiled as he looked up and over at her. Contact. He had seen her.
Her stomach lurched as she realised, with every inch closer he came toward her, that this wasn’t a movie. Her movie, the one she had played in her head hundreds of times, was merely a collection of fabulous girlish daydreams based on stereotyped romances and fairy tale fantasies. What was happening here and now, was real. This was so fantastically wonderfully real. No more online conversations. No more faceless phone calls. No more postcards or emails or text messages on the mobile. This was the next step after the hours and hours of typing and the accruing of hugely massive phone bills. This was at last the real thing. She was finally going to MEET HIM!
Ellie's smile quickly escalated to a laugh and she threw back her head as he lifted his glasses on to his head and outstretched his arms to greet her.
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HIS CHAPTER ONE...
He spotted her straight away. He had seen her photos and yes, she had described herself well and honestly. He walked casually in her direction, long, evenly paced strides. He smiled at her. She smiled back and shifted her position; he could tell she was nervous even from this far away. He remembered that she said she would be. He felt a little nervous too, but more excited than anything. He was a little unsure; what if she actually turns out to be a bit of an idiot after all? No, of course not, he thought, he knew she wasn’t, he’d been in communication with this girl, this women, wow, this wonderfully sounding, cute giggling, creative, reasonably intelligent, slightly vague and vulnerable and yet cute, sexy, sexual and sensual woman for over a year now. They had shared so much already - if only mentally and verbally. But it was from the heart and the soul, it was deep and it was intense.
And now, he was right near her, and ever nearing upon her. He was close to her, physically closer than ever before, and he hoped to get closer. Almost at speaking point now, he silently rehearses: 'Hi. Hello. G'day. Hello Well, well, well. Mmmmmmmm……bad, baaaaaaaaaad." He chides himself. He decides to go with the flow.
His stomach suddenly lurches and a rollercoaster takes his emotions for a ride full of extremes. Excitement; fear; happiness; relief and uncertainty all muted and melded together. The rollercoaster ride epitomizing all the feelings from start to end; the slow, nerve racking 'oh-god-I-want-to-get-off' beginning, the not-sure-whether-to-laugh-cry- scream-or-wee during the loop the loops, and finally the jubilation upon ending the ride; only to feel like you want to do it again because it was just so damned awesome!! You are insanely excited and terrifically scared, and loving every minute of it. You can't wait to get off, and yet once you're off, you want to get straight back on it again.
At this moment, he had gotten off his proverbial rollercoaster and he moved his concentration to her, to Ellie. He thought she looked great, 'She's got a great smile, and check out that wild curly hair! Wicked! And Wow!' He can’t help but laugh aloud, she is short! He looks at her huge smiling face and then notices, smiles, and goes up to throw his arms around his Dolphingirl…. Great tits!
HER CHAPTER ONE...
Dolphingirl is offline.
She was going to vomit. Her face was burning, her palms were clammy, her underarms sweaty. And while her mouth was intolerably dry, tiny drops of sweat began to trickle down the bridge of her nose and bead across her forehead.
Deep within, an erratic troupe of butterflies performed their silent chaotic and feverish dance; flitting, fluttering, flying, whizzing, whirling, wheeling. They somersaulted, cartwheeled and rapidly bounced back and forth off the walls of her stomach. Her feelings of nausea escalated by the second; and he wasn’t even out of the plane yet! Jesus, the plane hadn't even come into view!
Between the parked cars and the fence to the small country airstrip she stood at waiting, Ellie began to pace the narrow slit of concrete the airport called a pavement. She fidgeted with her bottle of water; opening the cap, taking a sip, placing the cap back on. She rubbed her clammy palms down her pants, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and took another gulp of water. Ellie dropped the lid and as it rolled in the dirt, she swore loudly as she bent to pick it up.
Bloody hell, CALM DOWN! She silently berated herself. Get it together girl, she whispered between clenched teeth. She had to get it together because there wasn't long to go: merely minutes. Holy crap! She quietly chanted her mantra: Breathe. Smile. Relax. Breathe. Smile. Relax. Breathe. Smile….oh who was she kidding!?
God she was nervous: nervous, anxious and worried. Ironically, Ellie was also extremely excited. She was excited, tired, clammy, sweaty, anxious and nervous. Ellie was actually a whole lot more nervous than she had ever anticipated, and came to the startling realisation that this time was possibly the worst she had ever felt in her entire 31 years of life. Of course feeling this awful way, her thinking side of the brain reasoned, was being entirely too melodramatic, was unnecessary, and was also completely irrational and detrimental to her health, her head, heart and more importantly, her hair do. She had to calm down, she had to get it together, and she had to breathe. None of this constant and negative internal verbal torture was helping the situation either.
Ellie drew in a deep breath and winced in pain as she realised how incredibly stiff, tight and tense her shoulders were. She sighed heavily and then giggled, for crying out loud, she gently scolded herself before shaking her shoulders, tilted her head gently from side to side in an attempt to stretch out the tightness and pain she was feeling.
She pondered the thought: imagine if we get married. I wouldn’t make it, I would curl and up into a mangled heap and die from a massive panic attack the morning of the wedding. This made her laugh. You are so ridiculous and sensational Ellie, she scolded herself yet again, and you think too damned much too. Be quiet: relax and breathe, relax and breathe.
The bit about thinking too much, she had heard before. He had said it to her many times. Her thoughts turned to him, to the typing on the screen and to those words, his words, him. In an instant, the computer screen in her mind turned to visualizations of a romantic kind and she saw them walking together along a beach. She saw him take her hand in his, he lovingly placed his arms around her, she watched him pull her in close, and he smiled as he bent down to kiss her. Ellie smiled dreamily and then rather promptly the performing troupe of butterflies began their dance again; the anxiety-ridden flutter in her stomach rudely snapping her out of her daydream. Blinking hard out of her haze and back into reality, she realised how tired she was.
God she was tired. Her eyes stung, itched and burned even though they lay hidden behind her sunglasses. When Ellie had finally gone to bed last night, she had not slept at all well.
For hour after frustrating hour, Ellie lay tossing and turning. Eventually, she succeeded only in becoming more anxious, grumpy and over-tired.
The promise of various calming remedies induced hours before bedtime had all been futile. Her attempts to attain some sense of calm, control, inner peace and tranquility had all failed. The disappointingly unfunny movie hardly conjured a laugh from Ellie, despite the few beers and several scotches' she consumed while watching. However, it did succeed in wavering - if only momentarily - the level of anxiety caused by the sudden realisation of what was going to be happening the next day. Ellie tried cleaning her room, for the fourth time, and then the house, for the fifth time, which only made things worse: it only served to amplify the reality.
Her flatmate Alison rolled, and together they smoked a big fat joint. This succeeded in spinning her out and her mind ran wild with paranoia and some "what-ifs", a few "buts…" and a whole lot of "oh-my-fucking-god's!" "Oh my god what if he hates me; oh my god what if I'm too fat; oh my god what if I'm too short, too ugly, too loud, not funny, not pretty, not rich enough, not cool enough, just not “enough”?"
Her flatmate suggested that she; “…listen to some nice classical music…" She told her flatmate to bugger off. Her flatmate suggested they go to the pub and get drunk. Ellie pointed out to her flatmate that while going out and getting drunk would most certainly help temporarily, her desire to wake up without a hangover so she could, "look good tomorrow", was the more ardent and indeed prudent case. Her flatmate responded to this with haughty laughter and suggested that she had better start on the 'looking good' activities now! The two girls laughed and the anxiety was repressed - fleetingly.
No sooner than forgotten, it reared itself again like a crazed, bucking bronco, kicking Ellie right in the guts, when the phone rang.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkk kkkkkkkkkk!!!" she yelled long and loud. The deafening curse doubling as a fright response from the sudden noise, and a release of pent up tension that was quickly mounting further, harder, higher. A nasty pain had been developing inside Ellie's body and now it begun to rapidly creep and claw its nasty little evil way up her back, her shoulders and her neck.
At this stage, she had a headache. These symptoms were familiar to Ellie, and what made it worse is that she knew she had the ability to control it. But tonight, it was so painstakingly evident that that was going to be impossible. The unmerciful and ugly beast of stress and anxiety had penetrated her body yet again and was rapidly and relentlessly consuming her bones and her joints, her head and her mind. This powerful force increasingly possessed her entire being and this time she possessed neither the will nor the way to exorcise the beast. The only relief she found from the exhausting pain racking her body, came from the joint she had shared earlier: dope, if nothing else good, always eased her physical pain.
"It's probably him calling to say he isn't coming," she said drolly, hesitating before answering the phone.
"Hello?" Ellie's voice quavered with nervous tension. "Oh, hi." Her whole body visibly relaxed. "Yes….. Yes….Yes….thankyou…Yes…No…I'm not sure, I don't know, I'll let you know…Yes..okay…gotta go…..alright then, thankyou…yep. I’m going to go to bed now….Yes, OKAY…Yes, thankyou Mum…..Bye Mum." Ellie let out a big sigh and then slammed the phone down.
"Mum wishing me luck and stuff for tomorrow!" she explained to her flatmate.
"That's nice"
"Hmmm, I need it!" Another nervous giggle escaped into the high energy-filled air, the highly charged particles, crackling, aiding and fueling each other on.
"I have to go to bed. I feel like shit. This sucks!"
"Come here,” Alison motioned to her friend, and the two girls embraced tightly, the shorter of the two letting out another heavy sigh into the unfeeling, dark and cold night. "Sleep well angel girl,” her friend kissed her cheek and wished her goodnight. Ellie went to bed. She didn’t sleep well.
And now, standing outside the terminal, the person for whom she had so willingly and more than adequately stored this pent up angst and stress, these roller coaster emotions and tumultuous feelings, was about to appear, at any moment.
Her head hurt, her body ached, her nerves frazzled; she felt thoroughly fried and absolutely exhausted. However, this was THE meeting. The first time they were to finally meet, face to face.
Ellie told herself, “Breathe……. 2…3…4…. Remain calm…. All is well….no expectations, No Expectations, NOOOOO EXPECTATIONS……and Breathe…..2….3…..4……. "
Suddenly a loud shrill voice split the silence, "Here it comes, here it comes!" The excited high-pitched squeal of a young child standing close by, shattered Ellie's concentration into sharp, twisted shards, sending them scattering out into the universe. She suddenly hated the child and silently thanked her gods that the little girl was far enough away to miss a slap, which is what Ellie secretly wanted to do.
And now, it was about to happen, this was it - almost. She looked up into the sky and saw the plane. Her stomach lurched.
Ellie winced. I do not want to do this, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god, she whispered under her breath. She quickly reprimanded herself: this is stupid Ellie; you have met people before, what is your problem? Stop being so ridiculous and silly. Now settle your ass down, take some deep breaths, and start enjoying this moment. You have been waiting for this for such a long time, and girl, it may never come again.
The plane landed, and then turned around. To Ellie that seemed to take an hour.
The plane came to a halt and eventually the propellers slowed, before finally stopping. Next, the steps came down.
She shifted her weight to her left leg. She stood up straight, shoulders back, head up, tits out - just a little. She tussled her hair, pushed her sunglasses up onto her nose, shit, she was sweating. She wiped her forehead, gulped a few mouthfuls of water trying not to spill it. Her hands were shaking. Her hands were clammy. This was it. She felt sick.
Passengers had begun walking off. First a female flight attendant, and then another. A tall women in a knee length skirt and briefcase; then a family - mum, dad, boy, girl, come on little boy, hurry up. An elderly couple, come ON, please hurry up little-old-man-with-walking-s tick, staff helping now, but still slow, slow, too bloody slow! Young couple next, then a man in a suit, another man in a suit, and a third man in a suit. Men in Suits. Men in Black. Ellie laughs at her own joke.
Then she saw him. The tall guy stepped into view. She knew it was him, it was the electric blue hair! She thought he’d been joking about that. Ellie giggled and although the butterflies in her tummy tripled, she let out a big sigh of relief. Ellie suddenly felt OK. She smiled.
She watched him. He was quite a bit taller than Ellie had imagined, despite knowing exactly how tall he was, but the theory is often quite different to reality, and she knew this from experience. He was tall and he loomed above the other passengers in size and stature.
Ellie was short and on the contrary, didn’t stand out in anything. She used the word ‘voluptuous’ to describe her physical self. He had said that ‘voluptuous’ meant more to cuddle, and that he imagined she would have nice ‘womanly curves’. Ellie smiled again.
As she watched him walk toward her, the electric blue hair that he said he would have but that she didn’t really believe, became brighter and brighter. Excellent, Ellie thought, I can’t wait to show him off to my friends. She giggled in delight, he emanated 'coolness' - his hair, his walk, his clothes, his style, all so very cool. She loved that he was different. She always had, from the day they had 'met'.
He wore mostly black. Black pants, black leather jacket, and what was that he had under it? Pink? A bright, almost hot pink T-shirt. Brilliant! The combination of electric blue, sheik black and hot pink, was surprisingly sexy. He certainly stood out from the other passengers. She laughed as she remembered their very first online conversation where they talked about meeting for the first time, he was in exactly what he had said he would wear - she had the saved conversation in her hard drive to back it up!
Ellie noticed his broad shoulders and his arms, and suddenly she saw the vision again, the one of him holding her, snuggled up in those long, strong arms, and pulling her close to his chest.
Ellie shivered out of her trance and watched him saunter closer toward her, his cool black sunglasses still covering his eyes. He looks fantastic, Ellie thought. She smiled as he looked up and over at her. Contact. He had seen her.
Her stomach lurched as she realised, with every inch closer he came toward her, that this wasn’t a movie. Her movie, the one she had played in her head hundreds of times, was merely a collection of fabulous girlish daydreams based on stereotyped romances and fairy tale fantasies. What was happening here and now, was real. This was so fantastically wonderfully real. No more online conversations. No more faceless phone calls. No more postcards or emails or text messages on the mobile. This was the next step after the hours and hours of typing and the accruing of hugely massive phone bills. This was at last the real thing. She was finally going to MEET HIM!
Ellie's smile quickly escalated to a laugh and she threw back her head as he lifted his glasses on to his head and outstretched his arms to greet her.
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HIS CHAPTER ONE...
He spotted her straight away. He had seen her photos and yes, she had described herself well and honestly. He walked casually in her direction, long, evenly paced strides. He smiled at her. She smiled back and shifted her position; he could tell she was nervous even from this far away. He remembered that she said she would be. He felt a little nervous too, but more excited than anything. He was a little unsure; what if she actually turns out to be a bit of an idiot after all? No, of course not, he thought, he knew she wasn’t, he’d been in communication with this girl, this women, wow, this wonderfully sounding, cute giggling, creative, reasonably intelligent, slightly vague and vulnerable and yet cute, sexy, sexual and sensual woman for over a year now. They had shared so much already - if only mentally and verbally. But it was from the heart and the soul, it was deep and it was intense.
And now, he was right near her, and ever nearing upon her. He was close to her, physically closer than ever before, and he hoped to get closer. Almost at speaking point now, he silently rehearses: 'Hi. Hello. G'day. Hello Well, well, well. Mmmmmmmm……bad, baaaaaaaaaad." He chides himself. He decides to go with the flow.
His stomach suddenly lurches and a rollercoaster takes his emotions for a ride full of extremes. Excitement; fear; happiness; relief and uncertainty all muted and melded together. The rollercoaster ride epitomizing all the feelings from start to end; the slow, nerve racking 'oh-god-I-want-to-get-off' beginning, the not-sure-whether-to-laugh-cry- scream-or-wee during the loop the loops, and finally the jubilation upon ending the ride; only to feel like you want to do it again because it was just so damned awesome!! You are insanely excited and terrifically scared, and loving every minute of it. You can't wait to get off, and yet once you're off, you want to get straight back on it again.
At this moment, he had gotten off his proverbial rollercoaster and he moved his concentration to her, to Ellie. He thought she looked great, 'She's got a great smile, and check out that wild curly hair! Wicked! And Wow!' He can’t help but laugh aloud, she is short! He looks at her huge smiling face and then notices, smiles, and goes up to throw his arms around his Dolphingirl…. Great tits!
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