MorningEnthusiast: I know it’s against our rules. And like I said, if you’re not interested, I am more than happy to keep things exactly the way they are.
NotAnOgre: If we met, you might hate me.
MorningEnthusiast: And you might hate me.
NotAnOgre: I doubt that. Not gonna lie, though. The idea of getting together has crossed my mind.
MorningEnthusiast: It just seems like too much of a coincidence that we’re close, right? Anyway, I don’t want to rush anything. But maybe think on it. It could be a lot of fun to finally put a face to the mysterious not-ogre I’ve grown so fond of.
NotAnOgre: Yeah, I will. Although if we meet, I don’t know how I’m going to hide the reality that I’m a full-time robot role-player from you.
MorningEnthusiast: I’ll tell you now and get it out of the way, I only speak in rhyming couplets and I’ve never cut my hair.
NotAnOgre: Funny, I’ve never cut my toenails.
MorningEnthusiast: Haha, gross! Anyway, I should get going. We’ll pick this up later?
NotAnOgre: Sounds good. Take care.
I close the laptop and realize that I’m grinning to myself. My belly feels tingly, nervous and excited energy swirling as I consider the possibility.
MorningEnthusiast wants to meet me, and despite every reservation and insecurity rearing up, I can’t deny that I want to meet him, too.
