Dinner vs. Instant Message :: Personal Narrative Writing

Dinner vs. Instant MessageI can remember sitting at my boyfriends house, while he took government agency in Teen Chat , an online yackroom that he had recently become addicted to . Hes being awful quiet and I am getting gravel at the chronic pounding at the keyboard and the spontaneous giggles coming from him that pop out of nowhere. Here I am watching some dumb cinema on HBO with his cat Whiskey coughing louder and louder until I finally get his attention. Hey babe, you wanna typewrite? Did I want to type? No, I didnt want to type You promised me Chilis We were speculate to go out I guess,I said. Anything to get some attention here. I wandered over to the damn machine to see what his fuss was about. Ok, I retain it, I was amazed that he could be a subroutine of ten conversations at one time. There were about fifteen tribe in the chat room, talking about everything from sports to some stuff that I would like to think of myself too much of a lady to mention. This is dumb, you WOULD want to be a part of this I said totally aggarvated that he could be subject to some of the things they were talking about. Babe, WERE talking about baseball I guess he was obligation and I noticed that about five race acted as if they knew him before he even entered the chat room. I asked him how he knew these select few. This is Ryan, he would say, He is taking some of the same classes as me at CFCC, this girls name is Jessica, shes from Tennessee, she just IMs me to talk sometimes. Wow. Friends online? Now this was starting to intrigue me. I mean how many of my friends could I communicate with? No phone bills or waiting three or four days to receive outdated letters. Now the meeting new people thing seemed a bit ridiculous, though he would beg to differ. But, whether I cared for it or not, there was a whole community online and hes meeting more people as I sit beside him holding Whiskey in my PJs, watching the walls in his empty living room. He had always tried to get me to type on this thing and say hullo. Finally, the next time, I did. Say something, he would tell me. I wasnt surprised or disappointed to see that my simple hello was completely ignored.