Angua's First Blog

OK, how about calling this Angua's Online Sex Diaries Part I?

[Note: We do not use salty language here at Angua's First Blog. At least not in this part. This is all heart-felt stuff. Shoo, shoo, you perv.]

I separated from M. last November. November 1st or thereabouts (he was always much better at dates than I was), I said some fairly rude things and walked out, stopping only to buy a toothbrush on my way to a friend's house. I came back a month later for my stuff and my cat, and then walked off for good. Maudlin details provided upon request.

When I got my own place, I discovered blogs. (No TV for a news junkie is tough to manage.) This was well before I started my own. And, on a blog where I posted a comment or two, someone noticed the name ... [If you want boys to notice you, get into Sci Fi PDQ, is my advice to you young things. I came by my interests honestly, incidentally - I am a voracious reader and lived with a geek for the better part of a decade.] ... someone noticed the name and emailed. And I emailed back. And so did he.

We had a six hour IM conversation one night. Not about sex -- about life and religion and family and relationships and just a tiny touch of flirting. This was the first online conversation I had with a stranger, and I think it was better than sex. Something about the freedom of anonymity ... remember those late-night drunken conversations at Uni, where you decide how to solve all the world's problems and (if stoned enough) can see into the other person's soul? I felt like that, but, because we were actual adults, I thought he had interesting things to say.

The next morning, talking to my best friend, I actually giggled. It was that bad. (I am not one of nature's exuberant gigglers.) It sounds appallingly naive... [Ed: You mean "brain-dead stupid" when you say "appallingly naive", right? -- Yes. Go away.] ... but, for all my tech savvy, I had never actually used the Internet to connect to strangers before. The experience was enlightening.

The next night, I mentioned my dirty no-so-little secret... (Oh, about 5'5''. Blue/grey, green when I am mad. Brown, curly. Oh, lots. I dunno, I don't weigh myself, but I guess over 200. Why?) ... and nothing happened.

It is difficult to describe how disappointed I was -- not because I thought I had found the man of my dreams, but because this abrupt dismissal, in my first tentative contact with a male who was not M., was just something I was entirely unprepared for. And it truly sucked.

But it did remind me that I was single now. (What with moving and working and dealing with life, I almost hadn't noticed.)

Next time: No! Anything but Jewish men! (Coming up: Penises.)