The Perils of the Intarweebs, Part The Eleventy-First
So, you're minding your own business, hanging out with some folks in various online places. You sorta get to know them, and get a general picture of them in your head. You become friends, really, and establish a baseline for that interaction.
And then you finally see a really good picture of one of them.
And she's fucking gorgeous.
Suddenly, that casual, fun interaction evaporates into a big puff of ZOMG I CAN HAZ? And it's weird. Because that potentiality hadn't even been considered before. (Of course, in my case, it's not generally a potentiality anyway. Still.)
Yes, she's the same person she was before I saw the pic, but now my thighs go up in flames when I talk to her. It's like creepy stalkerville or something, because I'm all "yeah, yeah, funny, funny pop culture babble bad pun, blah" and then I suddenly want to bury my head in her crotch.
This, of course, happens to me on a regular basis anyway, even with meatspace people, but in that case, there's time between that initial meeting/HOLY FUCK GET ON MY FACE reaction and actually creating a friendship for the former to be stuffed back into its dank little cage. Having a sudden rush of lust interrupt your regularly scheduled friendship programming is a mindfuck.
Oh, life. Why must you vex me so?
And then you finally see a really good picture of one of them.
And she's fucking gorgeous.
Suddenly, that casual, fun interaction evaporates into a big puff of ZOMG I CAN HAZ? And it's weird. Because that potentiality hadn't even been considered before. (Of course, in my case, it's not generally a potentiality anyway. Still.)
Yes, she's the same person she was before I saw the pic, but now my thighs go up in flames when I talk to her. It's like creepy stalkerville or something, because I'm all "yeah, yeah, funny, funny pop culture babble bad pun, blah" and then I suddenly want to bury my head in her crotch.
This, of course, happens to me on a regular basis anyway, even with meatspace people, but in that case, there's time between that initial meeting/HOLY FUCK GET ON MY FACE reaction and actually creating a friendship for the former to be stuffed back into its dank little cage. Having a sudden rush of lust interrupt your regularly scheduled friendship programming is a mindfuck.
Oh, life. Why must you vex me so?