An internet connection

An internet connection

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

I have always had this fantasy

Summary

I have always had this fantasy

Content

Submitted: March 24, 2008

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Content

Submitted: March 24, 2008

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Chapter 1
We met over the internet in January of 2006.
You based in Atlanta, Georgia in the United States, working
for an insurance company. Born in South Africa, but
decided to move to America a few years ago, work related.
I elaborate a bit on myself, born in South Africa, staying
in Johannesburg and that I’m a doctor. 
It was tentative at first, after all one never knows who
one is going to meet over the World Wide Web.
I am an Obstetrician at a private clinic, and I’m sometimes
on duty for 36 hours straight, and don’t get to do very
much but fall into bed as is and sleep the sleep of the dead.
This is exactly the reason why I am without a love interest
at the moment, being a doctor you really don't have a life.
With the long hours, and constant call outs to emergenices
you have little time for dating. I have a strict rule of keeping
private life and work separate its difficult to date, all I see
is nurses and other doctors and patients so when I have time
off I'm usually catching up on sleep or surfing the net. It was
during one of my surfing sessions to keep up to date with the
lastest medical articles, I'm writing a thesis ‘Diabetes in
pregnant women’ and by accident found this chat room.
A chat room I thought was full of doctors that I could talk
to online. Instead I find you, and what a delight!

We chat like old friends, telling each other of our lives,
our likes and dislikes, what we want out of life, our dreams
and so on, we are soon chatting like old friends.
You are a friendly sort, with a delicious sense of humour.
I find myself liking you more and more.
I have to be careful though. It’s not that I keep my
sexual orientation a secret, but there’s an unspoken
understanding that I do not let my private life interfere
with my work as a doctor, besides which I don’t know
you from Adam. I am curious about you, but am on my guard.
We chat back and forth keeping each other company
online and this goes on for about 9 months. We have
become as close as friends it’s seems like we have
known each other all our lives.
Each time we chat we reveal a little more of ourselves
to each other. I find it peculiar that I trust you, but I
can pick up from what you are writing that you are a
trustworthy person.  You are a wonderful person to talk
to, and I can’t wait to get home at the end of the day
to open my emails. I find it’s not long before I am revealing
my deepest darkest secrets to you. And you do the same.
We have so much in common it’s uncanny. Maybe we knew
each other in a previous life. We are both strong willed,
adventurous, fun, loving, and like to party, when I can
get the chance that is.
It is spring here in Johannesburg, and love is in the air and
it’s at this time you ask me for a picture of myself, telling
me that if I am uncomfortable with that, you understand.
You will send me a picture of yourself as an act of trust.
A couple of days later I open my email and there staring
at me is a beautiful pair of brown eyes. My eyes travel over
your face. Taking in every detail. You are not at all what I
expected, but then isn’t that always the case. We build
a picture in our minds of how we think someone looks like
based on what they say, or in this case write, and reveal
about themselves. You have a chubby face, not overly so…it’s cute.
It’s the chubby cheeks. A button nose, a strong jaw line,
cheeks are rosy, short dark brown hair that has a slight
kink in it at the side path you have made. It’s adorable!
A full mouth with lips that looks soft and very kissable.
Those brown eyes are drawing me in…deep and unfathomable…
I tear my eyes away. I open up my photo album on my computer,
and browse through my pics. Now which one to send.
I choose one that shows off my blue eyes, a little provocative,
and sensual.
Off it goes. I hope she likes me. Form my point of view I’m
just a plain ordinary girl except for my blue eyes. Now those
are my biggest asset. As a doctor I am confident in myself,
in my abilities to help people, I know that I am a good doctor,
but as an ordinary person I see myself as a 'plain Jane',
nothing spectacular...I attach my comments
on her pic, so that she can get an idea of what I think.
A reply comes back within an hour…damn that was fast!
What if she thinks I’m ugly. I don’t want to think about it,
I’m nervous, and it takes me a while before I’m able to
open the email. Get a grip you silly girl, I admonish myself.
I am sweating profusely, my cheeks are flaming, and I have
butterflies in my stomach…..
Stealing myself I open the email, and read what she has written.
I am stunned! She thinks I’m beautiful…She has fallen in love
with my blue eyes…Yeah Right!!
I ’m taking this with a pinch of salt…no wait a bag of salt!
She goes on to talk about my freckles and how they are a sign of
beauty…mmmmm I don’t know about that.
I know that I am not ugly, I’ll go so far as to say attractive,
but not beautiful. I guess the saying is true – ‘Beauty is in
the eye of the beholder.’
TBC


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