[Snippet of an IM conversation with a lovely flirty boy who lives nowhere near me… I am sensibly and tediously talking about the difference between remote connection and real life…]
Him: You wouldn’t like to know what I feel like?
Me: You forget that I have experience with this… of meeting someone and ‘it’ was just not there, though remotely it very much seemed like it was. Chemistry is indefinable, so my point is that everything up to meeting is imagination and wishful thinking. And that shit is powerful, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it will translate.
So I avoid conflating the two
Him: You wouldnt want to run your finger over that vein in my arm, and feel it pulsing beneath my skin?
Well played, my friend, well played.