She shrugs, but nods to appease me. I know she has seen that movie before. I played it all the time on our dorm room television at college. Of course we were high a lot when it was on, but you would think she would remember something.
"So you both like the same movie that's something."
She is trying to sound positive and nodding her head to look convincing.
"Anyway Aria, I'm going to try to get him to meet me when I chat with him tonight."
She gets up and heads over to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. “Let me know how it goes.”
Once Aria is focused on food I know it's a lost cause to try and talk to her. What cake is to me, all food is to Aria. The woman has the metabolism and eating habits of a sixteen year old boy, with the body of a swimmer. Maybe because she swims any chance she gets. I get up and head into my bedroom and flop on my bed clumsily.
Compared to the hodge-podge style of our apartment, my bedroom is ‘quite grown up’ as my mother calls it. The walls are covered in silver framed classic movie posters, like Airplane and Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. I have a matching green and gray comforter set covering my mocha colored wooden bed. There are two matching dark side tables with an alarm clock I’ve dubbed Clocky on one and a cream ceramic lamp on the other. I had a matching lamp on Clocky’s table, but it was involved in an unfortunate accident one morning due to Clocky being an early riser.
Grabbing my laptop from under a pillow, I open the machine. Checking my emails and Facebook updates I hear a ping. My heart races as I know who it is. I click over to the Gchat tab and see Hi-Ed-Junior awaiting my response.
Hi-Ed-Junior: Hello Sweetcakes! Had a long day today. Would have contacted you sooner but just getting home.
Yes my screen name is Sweetcakes. I know it’s terrible, but originality is just not my thing.
Me: Hi. I got home a short while ago too. I hope there hasn't been trouble with your co-worker again? :(
Hi-Ed-Junior: The usual. She always makes it a point to push my buttons. I think she gets some sick thrill in harassing me.
I hope she isn't flirting with him. Some women have never left the school playground and that's their idea of flirting. She needs to back off! Wow. How the hell am I so possessive all the sudden? I don't even know his name.
Me: Yeah, my boss has been ignoring me as usual. If my boss and I were the last two people on Earth I'm pretty sure he would die before uttering a word to me. He's an ass.
Hi-Ed-Junior: Ha. Ha. Well, if we were the last two people on Earth I don't think there isn't anything I wouldn't say or do with you.
And there it is, the cross over. He just went over the line into possible sex chat territory. I have never done this before, but with him I really want to. It would be better if I knew what he looks like.
Me: Really? What are you wearing?
My palms are sweating as I type this. Part of me thinks I have taken it too far. He seems a bit shy; perhaps this is all too much for him. Of course the other part is throbbing and wet.
Hi-Ed-Junior: Navy boxer briefs pushed down to my ankles.
Maybe he isn't as shy as I thought.
Me: Oh. Is it big?
What am I sixteen? As soon as I send that my face goes red and I cover my eyes afraid of his response. I hear a ding and peak through a crack in my fingers.
Hi-Ed-Junior: Big enough to fill you until you whimper my name. What are you wearing Sweetcakes?
I moan as I read it and bite my lip trying to think what to come up with. Wow, he went from one to five to one hundred in just a few lines.
Me: Black lace bra and panties. My panties are so wet I have to take them off. You know this would be a lot more exciting if I knew what you looked like.
I hit enter and wait. A full minute passes before he responds. I feel quite certain I have scared him off.
Hi-Ed-Junior: Perhaps we should talk about something else.
Shit! I ruined it. There is probably no way he will send a picture now. I guess curiosity doesn't just kill cats, but sex chatting too.
Me: Okay. I'm sorry I pushed you to show me what you look like. It's just I don't understand why you can't show me your picture? Are you much older than you said, or younger?
Hi-Ed-Junior: No, I'm thirty-four, going to be thirty-five in December. I'm not married or in a relationship, if that is what you are thinking. I know it seems weird I haven't given you my pic, you have my word that my face is fully intact. :)
Me: I'm thirty and single, but I don't mind giving you my pic if you want to see it. If you are a completely normal looking thirty-four year old single guy, then what is stopping you from letting me know what you look like?
I just have to push this. What Eveleen told me today has been bugging me. I have to know more than his likes and dislikes.