Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Robby

Well, I did promise a post on Robby.

Robby was one of my first acquaintances on msn. The one that I spoke the most to and the cutest. The others didn't really want to talk much, which was often fine with me.
Robby was fun to play with. I mentioned word games, music quizzes and games in general. We generally enjoyed each others company.

Recently, lets say the past year, we had been toying with the idea of seeing each-other. It started as a kind of joke. You know, comments like "sooo.... when you gonna come visit? ;)". Then one day he sent me an email. It sounded kind of desperate. It said something to the effect of: "we have to meet up before we get too old". That did it for me. I started looking into visiting London. I have friends there. Flights are cheap. I asked him if he would meet me if I came. He agreed. I asked him how long we could have together, he said two days and a night maybe. I bought the tickets telling him the time frame. I convinced my boyfriend not to come.... not an easy task.

Finally the weeks were getting closer to my flight date. I get a text from him telling me to check my email. And when I did, It was painful. He couldn't logistically meet up with me. I didn't understand. We spoke on msn to get thing straight. He said that it would be too difficult for different reasons: girlfriend, work, workmates. He just couldn't organize it.
"it's just destined to be this way" was his last sentence.

I was upset. I couldn't think of anything else.

I NEEDED to see him. After 7 or 8 years of knowing this guy, never really seeing him, speaking to him only once or twice. He was becoming a kind of "actor" or "idol" for me. I didn't know if he really existed.

I fought the urge to text him every day to try to convince him. I knew that it wasn't just a logistics problem, but that he was getting cold feet.
I ended up sending him a long polite email explaining that I understood his fears but that I was being stupider than him. Meeting a complete stranger, in a foreign country and not telling anyone, was far more dangerous for a woman.

He texted me the day before my flight to say that he'd meet me on Monday. I was beaming, I couldn't stop smiling.

I don't know what I was expecting. I didn't really even know what I wanted to happen. I was just happy that we had the chance to meet up.

I'll save "the meeting" for my next post. I hate reading uber long posts.

3 comments:

BZero said...

Looking forward to reading the rest!

Cande said...

I'm looking forward to writing the rest! thanks for the comment :)

phallatio said...

Yep, looking forward to hearing about the 'meeting'!