He said his name is Andrew. UK born, during the sixties. I met him at night when I logged in at the mIRC. As far as I know, mIRC is not a good place to find new friends, most of the people there are looking for sex, or just try being someone else. But this guy, he is nice, polite and very good in words. I can chat with him from 10 pm to 5 am, seven hours of intense sentences exchange, almost without any interval in between. We are both so immerse in our communication and he make me really in love to him. But strangely, and yet the reason is easily judged, he won’t meet me, even call me. I can’t even hear his voice. The photo he sent me, which doesn’t meet security guidelines of WordpPress to be uploaded, probably is not his photo. “His”? Probably he is not he, if he is reluctant to call me, or being called, he probably is a lesbian. Who knows?
However, I was very frustrated thinking that in this world of billions of people, I have someone I love, we spending nights together (B1 and B2 never spend time chatting that long), and I don’t know where he is, because he said he is in Indonesia and later I found out that he is not, then he said that he is in Singapore and later I find out he is not, and now he said he is in north UK, and I didn’t ask the exact place because he probably will lie again. You may say that I’m stupid, and you probably right. I love a gost as he named himself “Casper”.
I met him the first time on March 2007 followed by intense chatting, but then he got lost, then we met again, got lost again until the last time he got lost almost two months. Before I met him, I have no interest in dating a Caucasian (we in Indonesia call them “bule”, an Indonesian term of albino). I fall in love with him and I was so sad when he was gone. Many times I stay awake overnight waiting for him to get online. Until then, I decided to find another “bule” for me to fall in love to, to replace my sadness, to replace the hollow he left. I try to find it at the mIRC but then find out that all of them are faking “bules”. Luckily I found an Indonesian English speaking community and wrote an ad there, try to find a decent “bule” guy. Sunday July 7th, I posted the ad, Monday 8th I received a message in my mobile from B2. This is how I met my loving German boss. My real lover with all his personal charm and generousity.
Last Sunday at night, I wrote him an offline message: “Hey darling, what about continuing our friendship?” without expecting any response from him ecause he was offline. But surprisingly, there was an answer: “I never remember ceasing it?”We had chat again from 10 pm to 5 am and I have to admit that he is the best in making me in love only with words. I sent him Salena Jones’ song: Love is the Sadest Thing When it Goes Away. I love him/her so much.
Strange, but whatever stupid it looks like, it’s LOVE.
