We continued chatting on Yahoo!Messenger by type for a few weeks, asking each other all kinds of questions and talking about everything under the sun. Every day. For hours. During some point of those conversations The Tour Guide asked me for my telephone number. I remember that first phone call. It had been a while since he’d asked for my number and we were chatting away on Messenger when my phone rang. I was so surprised when I said, “Hello” and he was on the other end saying, “Ello”. We only spoke briefly but we giggled like teenagers. I could hardly breathe I was so nervous. That was the sexiest voice I’d ever heard on the other end of the line. I’m smiling now…he said I sounded like Penelope Pitstop. It was nice to finally have a voice to go with a picture of a face behind the personality.
I don’t think my southern accent is quite that pronounced, but I’m sure I sounded that way to him.
He rang me several times after that and I set my phone up so that I could make international calls, too. We began calling each other for brief chats for a few minutes each day. One of those brief chats turned into a six-hour phone call. And another for three-hours and another and another. We were learning all kinds of things about each other, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.
I think it’s safe to say we were both smitten. We weren’t just exploring anymore. It had gone beyond that to something more cozy. We had to meet…