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- * PISS PHILEZ NUMBER 8 *
- * *
- * An Internet Love Story *
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- * by Sameer Ketkar *
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-
- Damn, she's hot, I thought when I opened the door to our apartment.
- "Oh, hello," I said.
-
- "Hey, is your sister here?"
-
- God, she doesn't even know my name, "Yeah, she's in her
- room." Every time I see my sister's friend, all I can think of is :
- Damn. How can I get her to talk to me? Maybe if she didn't know it
- was me, or didn't know me just by who my sister was.
-
- Not able to get the topic out of my head, I devised dozens of air-tight,
- fool-proof plans to get her to talk to me over the next three days; and
- rejected each one. Right about when I was about ready to give up, I was
- frustrated, so I started playing Dune II on my new computer, thinking
- hard about girl troubles and winning a war. The Atreides were slaughtering
- me (approximately how I felt in two situations) on the seventh level. I
- wish I could play this over the modem, like Warcraft II, and send a
- victory message to Jim just when I'm about to slaughter him (wait;
- send messages, a modem) I see a connection here!; my eyes lit up,
- "maybe if she didn't know it was me," yeah, I was thinking on those
- lines a few days ago wasn't I? Woohoo! We have a winner!
-
- * * *
-
- hi, my name's simon, this isn't my real name, but i'd like to remain
- inconspicuous. I laughed at my first line, then thought that what if
- was a bit too direct.
-
- good, i finally found someone like me, you see, i don't want
- people to think i'm a computer-nerd or something so i wanna keep my
- name out of it, too, she "said" awesome! I only had to lie, cheat and
- steal to get hooked up with herùphony personality traits, etc., so the
- computer would match us for cross-talk, a new and exciting service from
- the world of Cyberspace. you can call me susie.
-
- "I never thought I could meet a girl this way, over the computer
- I mean."
-
- "Yeah, well, I think it's really cool. But, how do you know I'm
- a girl?"
-
- I froze, then realized it was just a joke, or I'd made a gross
- miscalculation. "So," I said, "why don't you tell me something about
- yourself. How old are you?"
-
- "Well, I'm a junior now. I'm not taking too many hard classes,
- but the ones I have are pretty tough." She wrote on this topic for five minutes.
-
- "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm taking too many hard classes
- and I'm just getting tired and worn out every day. By the way, I'm a
- sophomore, it's great to be out of that 'fresh-meat' year."
-
- That night we "talked" for hours (nine to twelve) about mindless
- things from Algebra to Chemistry to Star Wars. I never thought she'd
- have such a good personality, I just thought she was just a babe type,
- another gross miscalculation.
-
- After three days of chatting practically twenty-four seven, we'd
- ascended to calling each other by the distinguished appellations of
- "Moron" and "Idiot-girl", just like real friends do.
-
- "Yeah, and me and my friends, actually me and my sister would
- always make up new words using the format of fugly (fucking +ugly=
- fugly), which we heard once in some techno-crap song. Me and my friends
- (me mostly)made up a few more, like frad, fhillarious, fawesome, fyou
- (phew, I swear!), fglasshole and fidiot." She didn't answer for about
- thirty seconds, I checked the hookup on my modem (okay)I checked the
- rest of my computer (okay) "Susie? Are you there, something wrong?"
-
- "No, I was just laughing, I'm gonna tell some of those to my
- friends. Glasshole, huh?"
-
- "Yeah, but, like I said, I didn't think of all of them."
-
- "Hey, Moron, shut up for a second, I gotta tell you something. I'd
- really like to meet you, face-to-face I mean. We could go to Fire
- or something."
-
- I didn't even flinch. "Yo, Loser, uh, slow down a sec; sorry
- to have to be the one to break the news to you, but we've been talking
- about nonsense for three days, we probably won't recognize each other
- by stuff like: medium height, black hair, incredibly good-looking (I
- have never told a lie)."
-
- "Oh well, we'll talk on Saturday, I know this great bar."
-
- I decided to break the horrible news to her. "But, me and my
- friends don't go clubbing or to bars, we usually go see movies and
- sleep over each other's houses and stuff like that."
-
- She paused, as if collecting her thoughts. The longest eight
- seconds of my life as I waited for her to answer. "The then I'll take
- you out. My friends'll love you, I mean, I can tell one of your goals
- in life has gotta be to make people laugh."
-
- Holy cow! That really is one of my goals in life. I smiled.
- I guess we do know each other okay. But I've never gone "out" out,
- just "out" as in to movies and I don't want to drink. Oh well, Fuck it.
-
- Oh yeah, and she's so pretty and I'm so *not*.
-
- * * *
-
- Well, it's Saturday, what, am I gonna do? I don't drink, don't smoke,
- don't go clubbing. Just do it. I guess there'll be that peer-pressure
- crap. I guess I might as well blow my money on a cab, too.
-
- The cab ride took an excruciatingly long time. When I got to
- the hotel near the bar (the only place the cabbie recognized), I looked
- around, deserted, except for the hotel staff. Let's see, make a right
- at the intersection, and the bar is on the left. What if they don't let
- me in? My eyes kinda went wide in a comic gesture of dread. Relax, I
- told myself, you haven't shaved for three days, it's like a forest up there.
-
- I walked in, made a quick check of the tables and realized she
- wasn't there, yet, the small glimmer of hope in the back of my mind screamed.
- She had to show, she asked me to come here (damn fool, you're early).
-
- With my heart threatening to beat right out of my ribcage, I went
- to the back of the bar and sat down near the TV. I started watching some
- crappy Singaporean MTV wannabe featuring Sting and Kenny-G. I was just
- starting to develop a taste for the saxophone when I heard a rustle from
- the entrance to the bar. I looked over and saw five of the most popular
- girls in the school, including Her, walking into the bar.
-
- She looked me over once, (I just knew) she knew I was Simon, and
- just kinda shrugged.
-
- Oh god, she thinks I'm an ugly fidiot and is gonna walk out of
- here right now.
-
- "Simon?" she asked.
-
- "Brilliant deduction, Holmes, how did you do it, Susie?" Her
- four friends were only slightly dumbfounded: they'd already hit a few
- bars that night. She smiled an incredibly warm smile.
-
- People always give you the biggest smile right before squashing you.
-
- "Yup, it's you all right. But you know we can only be friends",
- she stopped, "what's wrong?" She'd seen my shoulders visibly slacken,
- my expression go dim.
-
- With my eyes turned to the floor, I croaked out one of the
- hardest words of my life, "Okay," with a sigh and a hand on my brow.
- I definitely, from the day I was born, have had it all wrong.
-
- "I always thought you were kinda cute", my eyes lit up, but just
- for a second, "but you're just my friend's little brother," she said
- with a slight shaking of her head. She smiled that incredibly warm
- smile again.
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