A few emails exchanged with a Texan boy: he’s smart, fun, there is some light flirtation. He emails a throw-away line after making appreciative compliments about one of my recordings:
“If I had a clip of myself I’d send it to you.”
I tease him back.
“So is it your contention that you have no possible way to record an audio clip? Is that what you are saying?
Or are you saying ‘If I conveniently had one laying around I’d send it, but actually taking 10 minutes to do one is beyond my level of interest’?
Or did you mean ‘I’ll throw a remark out there that sounds kind of sweet, but doesn’t involve any actual effort’?”
He thought it was funny (I do love it when people ‘get me’), and then kindly offered to actually record something for me, and asked what I would prefer.
Now you all know my penchant for audio porn, so you may be surprised to learn that I rarely ask strangers one-on-one to do that for me. It’s *too* personal. But of course I also never say no when an appealing man wants to do something for me. I suggested a favourite poem or extract from a story: something he enjoys.
Then he sent me two audio clips. In one, he is just talking to me so that I can hear his accent, in the other he reads a bit of verse from a song he relates to.
And Oh. My. God.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Do you know what I mean? Yes, that.
This deep resonance, a hint of adorable self consciousness, a slight Texan drawl (“forty-fahv”), a beautiful laugh.
I was absolutely and ridiculously delighted by it, which was unexpected and sweet.
It wasn’t just ‘oh my, what a voice’ (though there was that), and it wasn’t just the fact that he offered, asked what I would like, and delivered (which sounds like such a small thing really, but isn’t): it’s that that kind of relatively simple exchange with someone I find interesting feels intimate to me, even though I hardly know him, and I enjoy that a lot.
Also guh: Sex voice!