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I wanted to tell him I didn't date men. That was human men though. Are monster men different? I doubted it. My words were deleted almost as quickly as I wrote them. Talking to him was enjoyable, as much as I hated to admit it, and I wasn't doing anything else. What was the harm in making a new friend anyway?
Me: Someone is very hopeful.
Pieces of me: I have to be in order to get through each day.
Me: I definitely understand that. It's kind of why I'm here too. I think it'll be good for me and the people around me.
Meaning my patients. I didn't want to tell him that yet and give too much away early on. I wasn't sure why. It's not like we were actually going on a date like he suggested. I didn't even know if our conversation would extend itself to two days.
Pieces of me: I feel like something good always comes out of everything, even if we can't see it at the time.
I smiled.
Me: Not a bad way to look at life. If only I was as positive as you. I've been burned too many times, I guess.
Pieces of me: I'd never burn you.
Me: I appreciate that. Where on base are you? Seeing a movie or something?
Pieces of me: If I was would you come keep me company?
Me: Depends on the movie.
I wasn't sure if I was lying or telling the truth. I was enjoying our conversation way more than I thought I would. An hour of us talking went by so fast as we flew through various topics. Our favorite movies, what we saw outside our houses in the morning, and he told me about his pet. He never sent a picture of himself, but I didn't request one either and according to his profile that was the only way I'd get one.
Did I want a picture?
I asked for something else instead. The one thing we’d managed to avoid the whole conversation.
Me: What's your name?
Pieces of me: Nova, you?
Me: That's cute.
Wait . . . what? Why'd I type and send that?
Pieces of me: Thank you. You still haven't told me yours. I want to know what to call you when I greet you in person.
Me: Frank, and we haven't agreed to meet.
No one called me Frank except my great uncle, so I had no idea why I gave him that name.
Pieces of me: You don't want to meet me?
Just tell him you're straight.
Would he end it here if I did? Why did I want it to keep going?Talking to him had made me more relaxed than I'd felt since crossing the portal. He made it easier to be where I was, but maybe anyone could. I'd find out soon, once Henry's roommate got home.
Me: I didn't say that. I just think we should keep it here for now. Get to know each other a little better first.
Way to end the chat, idiot.
I didn't understand why it was so hard to just say, “Bye,” or, “I have to go.”
Pieces of me: You don't want to see a picture of me? Usually, other guys ask right away.
Me: Maybe later. I’d like to get to know you first rather than what you look like. Those things aren't really important to me.
