Chat Room Romance
Back in her drunk and
dysfunctional days in the Baby Boomer Chat Room, circa 1995-1996,
SecraTerri was known to occasionally flirt, ever-so-slightly, with any
new man who wandered into the chat room ... especially if 1.) he had a
groovy screen name, 2.) he could type more than four words in a row,
and 3.) somebody else
was flirting with him first.
(OK fine. Secra hit on
anything that had a pulse, basically.)
One object of Secra's ardor
that year was the intriguingly-named "HtlSales," who,
Secra imagined, was almost certainly a hotel tycoon or world-class
financier, along the lines of a Hilton or a Marriott or a Trump. Secra
immediately turned the high beams on HtlSales, determined to win him
over with her vast reserves of loopy charm and
incredibly fast typing ...
... so when "HtlSales"
turned out not
to be a rich available Testosterone Unit with his own chain of
five-star hotels, but was, instead, a very sweet (and extremely
heterosexual) woman from the South named CAROLYN, Secra was
(But that was OK. By
that point Secra already had her eye on "Smrtflmkr," anyway.)
All of this by way of
telling you that Secra &
had lunch yesterday with their long-time online pals Carolyn and her
adorable husband, Bear. Carolyn and Bear are yet another couple
found their Significant Other in the same Baby Boomer Chat Room where
met. (One of these days I'm really gonna have to write that book.)
The four of us had lunch
at The Cliff House in San Francisco, and over seafood and iced tea we
reminisced and chit-chatted and gossiped and did all of the other stuff
that Boom Room survivors do when you put them together in the same
all of the other stuff. We didn't set anything on fire this time.)
One thing is clear: we
are four extremely happy people ... and we have that goofball chat room
to thank for it.
Still ... who knows?
If things had turned out
differently, back in 1996 -- if Secra had done a better job of wooing
HtlSales -- you might be reading an entirely different
sort of *FootNotes* right now.
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