Email Effusiveness

I admit that I'm a size queen. About email.

I really like pithy communications. They -get- to me in a way ascerbic one-liners don't.

I've been spoiled in this before, since I first started exploring friendship: my best friend and I would stay up late talking on the phone, talking about everything. It was cathartic. The first boy I met who could talk like that...wow. Amazing. But I wasn't yet to the place of being able to date, I think. My brain wasn't there yet.

So I went on, having friends, mostly girls, who could Keep Up With Me, in a literary sense.

My first boyfriend was brilliant, very clever with the letters, and the crafty art, and advertisements altered to create clever messages.

From there, I continued to meet clever people, with long emails into the night, chat sessions... college was grand, and yet: the depth of communication via email didn't always match person-to-person depth capacity. One sweetie proved so shy in person. Another made me laugh until I peed my pants, which is my personal sign of true love / being moderately smitten.

I've had a lover that had pretty bad dyslexia. Our conversations moved back to the phone, and she was my most well-loved girlfriend, the one that got away, even.

If they can't dance...
If they can't write...

I admit I'm a snob about some things. It's troublesome, taking dates to my Scottish country dance classes. If they do awfully, I find that I think a little less of them. There's a point to which it works in their favor, that they're willing to try something new. There's a point at which that doesn't matter, if they're awful, clumsy dancers.

I know this does not make me a better person, this snobbery. Similarly, I can accept a certain amount of misspelling or fast-typed grammar/spelling error. But beyond that...I start to snicker.

So, I go through life hoping to meet people with similar abilities, that inspire me in new ways, or old ways... and I try to not sigh too heavily, when things seem strange, or beneath me.

And, I write in this blog, so I avoid writing yet ANOTHER email to the date that I might never hear from again...

If you're lucky, I'll share my poem with you!

xo
B