I slapped a grin on my face and tried as hard as I could to be cheerful and innocent when I said, "Internet, this is Overseas! Overseas, Internet," as the two men shook hands, curiously eyeing each other. Shit shit shit shit shit, I thought. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Seeing Overseas like this completely knocked my socks off, figuratively speaking. I wasn't sure whether I was ecstatic to see him again or if I was terrified. Overseas took my hand and kissed my knuckles the way he always used to when we were dating. "You're still as gorgeous as ever," he breathed. I bit my lip. Internet stood up and kissed me on the cheek in a smoochy sort of way. Were they competing? Was that look Overseas just shot at Internet a glare? In my cute little girlish fantasies, I'd always imagined being fought over by two guys, but I'd never actually wanted it to happen. The whole having to choose idea just didn't appeal. I sat back down at my laptop in order to keep from falling down and took my cofee, hoping my hands weren't obviously shaking. I said, "So. How was your flight?" in as casual a voice as I could muster. "It was fine," he said. "Long, but not too bumpy, and I got to sleep for the majority of it." "How did you get work off? Where'd you get the money? WHY'd you come?" He seemed kind of hurt and confused, and honestly, I didn't blame him. I knew I was being harsh but I was just so overwhelmed. He answered the questions. "It's quiet at work, I knew you were going to be in Seattle. I've been saving up in a flight funds bank account specifically for this cause. I came because I wanted to see you again to see if what we had was special. Perhaps I caught you at a bad time...you never told me you were married, you aren't are you?" "No, no, no, I'm not married. I'm not .. married. No." Now I was stuttering and blubbering. All the time I'd spent with him when I was there in high school. All the memories came rushing back to me. Internet was a great lover, but was the attraction I felt with Internet anything more than physical with the added bonus of intellectual conversation? Overseas and I never came close to having sex but he'd always been so fun to hang out with and talk to. Even just e-mailing. After reflecting on the pros and cons of my two suitors, I asked Overseas, "...Do you need a place to stay? Because I'm sure you can have the couch. How long are you here for? Do you have a hotel set up already? What're your plans?" He had a room a floor below us booked for five nights. Internet was flying back the day after tomorrow, and I was trying to find a car to buy. I read a few ads in the classifeds and was going to check them out that afternoon or something. There was still plenty of sight-seeing to do around Seattle. "Are you busy?" I asked Internet. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read and said, "...A little bit. Uh, why don't you and uh, Overseas go out...and, uh. I don't know." He seemed at a loss. Usually witty and articulate (much to my annoyance since I am so NOT witty and articulate), it was weird to see him like this. I took Overseas' elbow and led him out in the hall. "We'll be back in a bit," I called to Internet as I shut the door. "No wild orgies," I heard him say through the door. That's more like him...