Sometimes it is better to make a friend.  

motelagain 62M
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7/30/2005 6:56 pm

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Sometimes it is better to make a friend.

A very strange thing happened to me just now. I was on the ole 'puter, doing a little work, catching up on e-mail, that sort of thing. Suddenly, an IM invitation opened up on my screen from a young lady with a very provocative screen name.

I felt that instant tingle of excitement that comes with the possibility of a new sexual enounter. "Hi," I said.


Eventually, she said "Hello." We chatted awhile, but I did most of the talking. (I know, BIG surprise.) I started getting romantic.


I asked her what she was thinking.

"I don't know."

I even told her how I would love to look into her eyes, hold her face in the palm of my hand a kiss her softy.


I began to get a little frustrated. I could not figure out what I was doing wrong. Too forward? Too horny? Too clumsy? Too, whatever...

Finally, I just asked if she was afraid to let me know her. "Talk to me," I said.

And finally, she did. Some people are born to humility; some people achieve humility; some have it thrust upon them.

It seems her best friend was killed 2 weeks ago in a tragic automobile accident, coming home from work. She had broken up with her old boyfriend, and her friend, apparently a kind and caring young man, held her hand trough it all. They even had become closer and were talking about becoming more than just friends. Then, in the blink of an eye, she lost him.

I no longer gave a damn about "cyber" with this precious woman. All I could do was to feel the terrible pain that flowed from her. During long pauses, I know that she cried for him. I ached to just hold her and let her cry on my shoulder, but you can't do that over the Internet. I had no words to take her pain away. All I could do was to let her know that I cared.

It took her almost an hour just to tell me what had happened. We talked for another hour at least. This dear young lady literally touched me in a way I would never have expected.

She told me that she was supposed to go to a party tonight. I hope she does. I hope she allows herself a short respite from the terrible, empty hurt that must be consuming her right now.

I think I made a friend tonight. I know that she did. Maybe she will e-mail me or IM me again someday and tell me how she is doing. I hope so. Even if she does not, I am glad we talked.

Sometimes, it is better to make a friend.


_CoffeeNoCream_ 52F

7/31/2005 2:36 am

a very touching story....
thanks for sharing


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