When the message came through, it said, “He’s out.” I had been really looking forward to seeing her in the chat room.īefore I could respond, she started typing again. “No, I traded shifts with Savannah so she could go to a concert.” I was still amazed that I was talking to her at all – let alone off the cam site where I’d met her. “Hello, gorgeous,” I typed in response to her greeting. I shut off the television and popped out of bed to hurry to the computer. At first, it was just a few words before or after her shift, but slowly, the conversations on the ICQ instant messenger grew longer and more frequent.ĭespite having been disappointed already twice that night, I got chills when I heard the uh oh sound effect from ICQ go off from the other room.
I made some new friends amongst the chatters, who appreciated the biting humor I directed at those people who annoyed the models, whom we called chat monkeys.Īs if it wasn’t enough that she laughed at my jokes and could quote Monty Python as well as I could, she connived a way to contact me outside the chat site, even though I’d never spent a dime on private shows. I was probably no less desperate than they were at that point, but I was smart enough to avoid the begging.
I had beautiful women to look at and talk to, and there were all the desperate fools begging for peeks to make fun of.
An online friend had turned me onto a live adult chat site, and it did a little to fill the void for me. It was a long dry spell in my life, working graveyard shift in a small town.
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