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The slight bump of the plane as it hit the tarmac didn’t bother him anymore, in fact he was content with the feeling. This being the first real vacation he’d had since well, ever. He wasn’t going to count the times off work when the lab exploded and he was attacked by the teenage gang of street thugs. This was his two weeks of freedom and nothing was going to stand in the way of his sun, sand, and fun.
The hotel was better than his online friend had recommended, the ocean breeze that came from the open baloney door was salty and refreshing. Greg had left the half emptied suitcase on the bed and set up his laptop on the desk. The intermittent beeping coming from the speakers meant that his friend had responded to the message he sent before boarding the plane back in Vegas. He logged on and worked at putting his expressions into words.
Across the city Ryan had just put the finishing touches on his reply to his friend from the People Without Partners message boards. He was reluctant to join in the first place, but with the onslaught of losing his job and the only people he was relatively close to, he had to turn to another form of interaction. He was finding it easier and easier to put his frustrations and feelings into words, even if the people on the private message board did or didn’t feel the same way he did.
He tucked the laptop back into his bag, the short breaks that he received form his job at the shooting range were few and far between. The chance to see if anyone had responded to or sent him messages was better than trying to teach people how to shoot properly. He emerged from the office and put his glasses and ear protection back on and prepared to teach a middle aged man the right and wrong ways to hold and shoot the pistol he had just loaded.
It had been a long day and numerous questions that had nothing to do with what was really going on. An older woman had come in because she wanted to learn to protect herself and then tried to set Ryan up on a date with her granddaughter, who was still in highschool. Ryan had kindly turned her down and went on methodically explaining about gun safety. He fixed himself some dinner and was about to sit in the kitchen to eat when the dinging caught his attention.
“I didn’t know I had signed into my messenger.” Ryan mused as he headed for the living room, food and drink in hand.
Greg was excited that the friend from the board was online and that they lived in Miami. Not knowing whether this person was male or female wasn’t the fore thought in his mind. He wanted instant interaction and since they were both in the same place a real life meeting wouldn’t be too far fetched either.
BlueSurfer: Hey, how are things going in Miami?
DragonMaster: Things are good. How is Vegas this time of year?
BlueSurfer: Well if I were in Vegas I would tell you, but I’m on vacation.
DragonMaster: Where did you go on vacation?
BlueSurfer: Miami, Florida.
Ryan blinked a few times and tried to make sense that a person he had never met was in Miami on vacation. What if they were someone that had come to the gun range? Could they pick him out from how he described his personality? There were so many thoughts flying thought his head that he almost didn’t head the ding of the new message.
BlueSurfer: I was thinking we could possibly meet up. Unless you don’t want to or think that I’m crazy or a stalker or anything like that.
“Stop rambling,. They don’t even know you and you sound like a total moron ” Greg muttered to himself as he reread what he had written over and over again.
DragonMaster: I don’t see why that would be a bad thing, as long as it’s quite public, since it is the first meeting and all. I have to work until 3 pm we could meet up at the North Side Café around 4:30, if that sounds good.
Ryan had thought long and hard about if he wanted to meet this person and finally decided that it was now or never. He needed to expand his horizons and circle of friends.
BlueSurfer: Sounds good to me, see you then. I’ll be wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt, not exactly South Beach style but I like it.
DragonMaster: I’ll be on the look out, I’ll be wearing a light blue polo shirt. See you at 4:30. Bye.
BlueSurfer: See ya. Bye. Have a good night.
Greg couldn’t believe that he was so bold as to ask a perfect stranger out for meeting up. His mind was still swirling as he took the short walk from the hotel to the beach. Taking off his shoes at the edge, he trudged though the sand as the sun moved from high noon down to a softer afternoon light. Dipping his toes into the cooler water sent a slight chill up his spine and he continued down the beach wishing he had brought his surf board along.
Ryan sat still staring at the computer screen disbelieving that someone wanted his company, it wasn’t very often that anyone asked him to do anything, let alone meet up to talk. He ran his hand though his hair, the typical nervous gesture was an old habit that stuck with him. Ryan made his way to his room and then into the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water trickled over his skin, it helped to relax all the worry that was building up inside of him.
Greg had finished his walk along the beach long ago but couldn’t bring himself to get out of the chair on the balcony. He wondered about what was going to happen and if his big mouth could screw it up. The constant twiddling of his thumbs was the current nervous motion of choice. After a final sniff of salty air Greg made his way back into the room and crawled into bed clad only in his boxers, something that would be hard to do at night back in Vegas.
The slight bump of the plane as it hit the tarmac didn’t bother him anymore, in fact he was content with the feeling. This being the first real vacation he’d had since well, ever. He wasn’t going to count the times off work when the lab exploded and he was attacked by the teenage gang of street thugs. This was his two weeks of freedom and nothing was going to stand in the way of his sun, sand, and fun.
The hotel was better than his online friend had recommended, the ocean breeze that came from the open baloney door was salty and refreshing. Greg had left the half emptied suitcase on the bed and set up his laptop on the desk. The intermittent beeping coming from the speakers meant that his friend had responded to the message he sent before boarding the plane back in Vegas. He logged on and worked at putting his expressions into words.
Across the city Ryan had just put the finishing touches on his reply to his friend from the People Without Partners message boards. He was reluctant to join in the first place, but with the onslaught of losing his job and the only people he was relatively close to, he had to turn to another form of interaction. He was finding it easier and easier to put his frustrations and feelings into words, even if the people on the private message board did or didn’t feel the same way he did.
He tucked the laptop back into his bag, the short breaks that he received form his job at the shooting range were few and far between. The chance to see if anyone had responded to or sent him messages was better than trying to teach people how to shoot properly. He emerged from the office and put his glasses and ear protection back on and prepared to teach a middle aged man the right and wrong ways to hold and shoot the pistol he had just loaded.
It had been a long day and numerous questions that had nothing to do with what was really going on. An older woman had come in because she wanted to learn to protect herself and then tried to set Ryan up on a date with her granddaughter, who was still in highschool. Ryan had kindly turned her down and went on methodically explaining about gun safety. He fixed himself some dinner and was about to sit in the kitchen to eat when the dinging caught his attention.
“I didn’t know I had signed into my messenger.” Ryan mused as he headed for the living room, food and drink in hand.
Greg was excited that the friend from the board was online and that they lived in Miami. Not knowing whether this person was male or female wasn’t the fore thought in his mind. He wanted instant interaction and since they were both in the same place a real life meeting wouldn’t be too far fetched either.
BlueSurfer: Hey, how are things going in Miami?
DragonMaster: Things are good. How is Vegas this time of year?
BlueSurfer: Well if I were in Vegas I would tell you, but I’m on vacation.
DragonMaster: Where did you go on vacation?
BlueSurfer: Miami, Florida.
Ryan blinked a few times and tried to make sense that a person he had never met was in Miami on vacation. What if they were someone that had come to the gun range? Could they pick him out from how he described his personality? There were so many thoughts flying thought his head that he almost didn’t head the ding of the new message.
BlueSurfer: I was thinking we could possibly meet up. Unless you don’t want to or think that I’m crazy or a stalker or anything like that.
“Stop rambling,. They don’t even know you and you sound like a total moron ” Greg muttered to himself as he reread what he had written over and over again.
DragonMaster: I don’t see why that would be a bad thing, as long as it’s quite public, since it is the first meeting and all. I have to work until 3 pm we could meet up at the North Side Café around 4:30, if that sounds good.
Ryan had thought long and hard about if he wanted to meet this person and finally decided that it was now or never. He needed to expand his horizons and circle of friends.
BlueSurfer: Sounds good to me, see you then. I’ll be wearing a Marilyn Manson shirt, not exactly South Beach style but I like it.
DragonMaster: I’ll be on the look out, I’ll be wearing a light blue polo shirt. See you at 4:30. Bye.
BlueSurfer: See ya. Bye. Have a good night.
Greg couldn’t believe that he was so bold as to ask a perfect stranger out for meeting up. His mind was still swirling as he took the short walk from the hotel to the beach. Taking off his shoes at the edge, he trudged though the sand as the sun moved from high noon down to a softer afternoon light. Dipping his toes into the cooler water sent a slight chill up his spine and he continued down the beach wishing he had brought his surf board along.
Ryan sat still staring at the computer screen disbelieving that someone wanted his company, it wasn’t very often that anyone asked him to do anything, let alone meet up to talk. He ran his hand though his hair, the typical nervous gesture was an old habit that stuck with him. Ryan made his way to his room and then into the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water trickled over his skin, it helped to relax all the worry that was building up inside of him.
Greg had finished his walk along the beach long ago but couldn’t bring himself to get out of the chair on the balcony. He wondered about what was going to happen and if his big mouth could screw it up. The constant twiddling of his thumbs was the current nervous motion of choice. After a final sniff of salty air Greg made his way back into the room and crawled into bed clad only in his boxers, something that would be hard to do at night back in Vegas.
