It was an addiction of sorts, for me anyway. As a recently divorced gal it was easier to type out some silly flirty smartass remarks rather than drive to a local bar and look at the same old faces looking for the same old things. Escape from the real life...a mighty precious commodity. My real life had gone both north AND south about six months earlier when I divorced baby' daddy for the second time in six years. Spring of her senior year, if I remember correctly. Something inside of me said to get the hell 'outta Dodge when the gettin' was somewhat within my fragile reach. My lawyer charged me the same fee as first time around, which was paid for by Annie from her Mama's estate..just because they both love me. I borrowed every penny I could get my hands on and gave it to him to build a life apart from me and the babygirl and all went well for awhile.
I reckon it was the anesthesia that got me hooked on chat. When I got home from the tubal/colonoscopy all doped up I headed to the computer to kill some time and downloaded Yahoo! messenger just out of curiosity. Like an idgit I gave the first guy who seemed nice my phone number. To this day I believe Barry was a bot tempting me to lay it all out online. Never did..couldn't afford a webcam back then. Now, I could care less. His fictional location was in LaVergne TN, south of Nashville. Barry called while I was still loopy. " You planning on gettin' wild there, little country girl?" referring to my tubal. Not too sure what my reply was but it must not have been very witty 'cuz he proceeded to dump me right quick as a daily chat partner and go to the Yahoo! parties up in Nashville. Sucker probably couldn't type worth a damn.
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