Hi Sean,

Hmm. I don’t actually recall being the one to pull you in for the kiss. We may have to meet somewhere in the middle on that one.  Then again, I will admit that because I’d been imagining kissing you for the previous half hour or so – it is entirely possible that I reached for you.  Either way, I’m glad it happened.

I will confess that after hours of talking I’m not sure at which point I realized your hand was on my thigh.  I do recall that it was not the palm, more like the side of your hand – rather than an open splay of fingers holding skin.  Perhaps it was a tentative approach to see if I would push you away.

I agree that the internet is surreal.  The thing that I usually take comfort in is that my name is impossibly difficult to Google without getting millions of hits for Greek mythology. So the fact that you remembered the term Hexagenesis is somewhat hysterical and amusing.

I suspect that Mona will be calling me soon to find out if I’ve grown ovaries enough to call you, so I will.  Because – she’s a flogger.

Yes, I would like to see you again.  This Friday I will be entertaining my best friend from Alaska so I might not be able to meet you then, but soon.  I’d love to get a cup of coffee and add more to our discussion about being constantly searching. Do you like crepes?

I’m glad my letter made you smile.  You should know, that just seeing your name in my inbox made me grin. I’m actually very excited to meet you under less nightclubbish circumstances. 

I’d like to see what color your eyes are

Sean,
WOW!
It’s amazing what the interweb can do
 

I’m busted.  What can I say? I picked up the phone and scrolled to your name half a dozen times and couldn’t think of a single thing to say.  So, yeah. You got me! I should have thought of Google before I posted that last blog but - I’m kind of glad you found me. Email is much better for starters. So if you remember the night differently, how do you remember it? I’m curious.  
 

As to the honesty - that’s a given that sort of goes without saying.  However, I suspect part of the uncomfortableness I have in calling is the knowledge that I spoke so freely to you based on the comfort of the anonymity of a crowded dark room and the idea that I wouldn’t see you again. There’s safety in total honesty that way.
 

I’m still a little mystified that you found my blog. I saw a search for Hexagenesis pop up on my tracker but I didn’t think anything about it.
 

Well, there you have it. The Universe is thwarting my plans to be a chicken-shit by using my own loud-cyber-mouth and technology against me. Drats.
 

Because my friends are curious if I called you, and my readers have sent me emails saying that I should and yadda yadda - I’m going to post my response to your email on my blog.  I won’t post your email or what you said.   If this bothers you just let me know and I will keep my responses from here on private.
 

I’m curious to see what happens. When I can think of something half intelligent to say, I will write you back.  I hope you’re having a fabulous day. I’m quite sure I’ll be laughing most of the morning over this.
Thank you for reaching,
Athena