Is it lying if you simply don’t update your age? Guest Blogger Lucky Girl’s surprise IM.
I was walking home from work last night. It was a beautiful night. The air was crisp, but not too cold. I had my iPhone on full volume and was walking in step with the beat of the jj n° 2 record. The laughter from “Intermezzo” came roaring into my ears the exact same moment that I noticed the cheshire smile hanging low in the sky. Moments like those make me love New York City so much it almost hurts.
As I walked on, I felt my iPhone vibrate. New mail. It was a message from Nerve. A member had written me. I logged in to find a message from “The Tiller”.
Subject Heading: I like…
That’s not a bad start. What did he have to say?
Message body: …you with dark hair.
OMG. This person knows me. A closer look at his profile revealed that this is a man I met on Nerve seven years ago. I’d logged on from my office back then and almost immediately, I received an instant message.
What are you doing?
he asked.
Working
I replied.
I mean tonight.
he said.
I have plans.
Cancel them.
God that was sexy. So, yeah, I canceled my plans, and I met him at Bar Veloce for drinks. He was smart and funny and handsome and insanely confident, almost arrogantly so, except he was charming. We sat side by side at the bar. He fed me. It was incredibly sensual. I brought him home that night. He didn’t live far from me, so we began seeing one another, casually, from time to time. I was also seeing someone else, casually, at that time.
Then came the fateful night. I was out at the bar owned by the other man when Mr. Tiller came in. The Other Mister was working, so Mr. Tiller and I resumed our dalliance where we’d left off. We were dancing when the Other Mister approached. Now, I should point out that The Other Mister was not my boyfriend. He’d made it clear that our involvement was purely physical and that he was seeing other people. And so was I. Granted, it wasn’t the coolest thing in the world, perhaps, for me to be flirting with someone other than him in his bar, but that had never stopped him with other women in my presence, so I thought nothing of it. I was alone in my thinking, however. The Other Mister stepped right up to Mr. Tiller. There were words exchanged, followed by Mr. Tiller’s immediate departure.
That was the last I saw him. And now, here he was again, online. His photograph was the same one I’d seen seven years ago. So was his age.
I wrote him back immediately.
Hi Kam! I’ve always had dark hair. Just stopped getting highlights. How are you, love? It’s been forever!!! You have my email, right? Hit me up. Let’s grab a drink and catch up. xxoo
P.S. Weren’t you 37 when we met seven years ago? Funny that I’m older than you now…