Hi, it’s me. Eli.
I accept right away, and proceed to instantly stalk him. No shame whatsoever.
I love his feed. There’s so much more there than on Instagram. Photos of him and friends, his dog, his art. Silly memes and even the occasional link to his favorite music videos. Turns out, we both like Ed Sheeran.
I forget to eat.
I want to message him, but I’m not quite sure what to say. And also, it’s about midnight where he is.
After dinner, I give the kids their baths and we watchFinding Nemo(for the millionth time). I put them to bed, and kiss their little cheeks, all the while thinking about Eli. I try to read, but I can’t focus. Bored to bits with my book, I turn out the lights, but sleep eludes me.
I toss and turn. I know I shouldn’t have accepted his request, but what else was I going to do? I know that I shouldn’t be video chatting with him. But just one time, I tell myself. The man lives across the ocean, and knows I’m married. Nothing is going to happen.
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I’m up early on Saturday, and the first thing I do after whipping up some pancakes for the kids, is message Eli.
Hi there. I hope you’re having a good day. Why is your name different on Facebook?
I wait nervously for his reply, pacing around the kitchen, absentmindedly loading the dishwasher, and wiping counters. Less than five minutes later, I hear the ding of my Messenger app.
I’m having a great day. How are you?
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Eli Kelly is my artist name. Kelly was my mother’s name. I like to be a bit anonymous on the web.
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Oh, I see. Well, I only have one name. Lol!I reply.
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And it is a pretty one.
I blush a little.
Thank you.
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Are you up for video chatting?
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Right now?!I write.
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Yes. :)
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Sure.
I scramble to find my purse, and dash to the washroom to dab on some lipstick. He calls me right away, and I check my reflection quickly before I accept his call.
I’m a trollop.
