My darlings who no longer love me – if ever at all you did… I have gist. Fresh, hot, beautiful gist.
After our initial meeting, I was finally granted permission to meet His Majesty!! Let me give you the breakdown of how it all went down.
So then, there we were staring at each other, trying to match real life to all the chats and texts and calls and pictures. Then came the awkward moment. My mental calculator was rapidly measuring whether or not to hug him, if I should give him a side hug filled with shoulder blade, or bless him with a full frontal. Our guy, meanwhile, was peaceably leaning in for a bear hug.
So we ended up having a weird semi-full frontal (does this make any sense?!!). So, that little bridge safely crossed, we proceeded to sit down and argue over possession of the tv remote. That over and done with (I won, yay me!), we stared alternately at the tv and at each other.
OK, I must confess that this was when I began prattling on a bit. Yes, I yammered on about the inconsequential for a few minutes. Sigh. I was nervous. Personally, I’m much more comfortable with our virtual friendship and vague promises of meeting at undefned points in the future. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to be in the same room with him…
So we crawled along conversationally, with a few scattered laughs for extra flavour. At some point, your man made a comment about how I didn’t even seem happy to see him. Quite calmly, I explained to the individual that I could only be happy to see him if we’d had a prior meeting. As it was, he was lucky I opened the door, gave him the bony hug and let his feet cross the entryway.
All in all, though, it wasn’t a bad meet. I have finally met the invisible man. Congrats to me.
Dear Majesty, to protect your reps, I will not tell them about that weird comment you made. You know the one.
He also asked if I had any blogging gist for him. Little did he know that I would come up with this. Aren’t I evil?