10:57 Tuesday Night   The Thing A Girl Might Dream Another scene in my head. I hate coming up with names. go my first personniss. We'd always joked online about meeting. We had each other's addresses, We sent each other postcards from exotic places we visited. We had sort of an online relationship which sounds stupid but it meant something to me. And it meant something to him. I've always been the type to fall in and out of love so easily. He was the artsy music type with romantic ideas and a witty charm. We had a running joke about being clones of different genders, having so much in common politically and interest-wise. I moved to a far away country once when i was young, dragged overseas by my family, only to find out that I was absolutely, head-over-heels in love with it. I made friends within days of starting school. I had a boyfriend within two months. I fell in love with him too. He had the accent, the body, the humour, the intelligence, the chiseled face. He knew little to nothing about art but he was fun to watch rugby with, and he did try. He went with me to art galleries and plays. He didn't exactly support me when i wanted to bleach my long golden locks to almost white but he didn't try to stop me because he wanted me to do what i wanted. Plus he was a great kisser and what he had to say made me think. When I left I didn't really try and get attached to anyone else. I spent a lot of time on my studies and went out on a few dates with various boys who might have been attractive but I had no time for such frivolities. I kept in touch with both guys, sending instant messages or long, flirtatious e-mails. my internet lover and I had always talked about meeting in Seattle, and one day I decided to try to go there for spring break the next year and maybe also buy a new car, two years into college. I e-mailed him with the question of did he have the time to maybe meet in seattle this next year? We worked out the details and made dates and had a plan. Through e-mailing, it came up in conversation with my high school over-seas boyfriend. I didn't tell him I was going with the internet boy, i didn't see point. As the days drew nearer to my trip, I gave him the dates I would be gone when he asked, assuming he wanted to know when he should not bother e-mailing. I met my internet lover in the airport terminal and he swept me into a long hard smooch that took my breath and almost my knees away. I got a call on my cell phone halfway into the trip from my overseas man on an unknown number asking what hotel i was at. "Why?" I asked. "I don't know. I miss talking to you. polite conversation?" So I told him, still kind of confused, I even gave him my room number and the phone number in case he felt like calling again. Internet and I were drinking coffee on the coffee table in the hotel suite with our laptops open, listening to the latest indie sensations on Internet's good usb-connected speakers, talking to each other, IM-ing our friends, e-mailing our families, and having a relaxed morning before going window shopping after lunch in a couple hours. We heard a knock on the door. I got up to open it, expecting housekeeping (although I wondered why they were here so early), and saw Overseas. It was a good thing I had swallowed my coffee and left my thermos on the coffee table, because I would have dropped the thermos and spit the coffee all over his face. It was probably also a good thing I was wearing a tanktop under my robe since the hand clutching it together dropped to the side when i saw his face. He embraced me and I, still in shock, nervously hugged him back, hardly squeezing. He kissed my open mouth and said, a little bit obviously, "surprise!" I swallowed and hesitantly invited him in....