Conversation is good.
On Monday, I posted Facebook to Facebook, sent a direct message on Twitter and even chatted on Yahoo!. However, when no one responded, I eventually went to the stairs and yelled up to my kids to get off Facebook, Twitter & Chat and come down for dinner.
It was a great dinner. We texted some very funny jokes to one another.
Yesterday morning, I had a deeply intimate conversation with my wife. She told me she loved me...and I responded accordingly. Never mind that it was 35 minutes later, on her Facebook wall and we were sitting in the same room at the time.
It wasn’t long before that particular post was flooded with so many comments I needed to scroll down twice in order to read them all. There were lots of “ah, that’s sweet” and one “I love you, too” - which was written by someone who was taking a stab at humour…and missed horribly.
Now, if my message had simply been, “I love you” then the would be "joke" comment would have been no worse than being cliché, but my message specifically read, “I love you, Jen”, and the commenter’s name was Phil. So, that’s just moronic.
Anyways, the other comment which sparked my interest was written by my good friend Steve - of course, if it hadn’t been for his dreadful spelling, I may never have picked up on it.
Steve’s comment (after some decoding) read,
“When was the last time you had a conversation…face to face?”
Hmmm. Face to face? Interesting. I didn’t think people still did that.
However, it sounded like fun so I decided to give it a try. After clicking “like” on his comment I left the following response,
“Steve, I’ll tell you…over lunch. Jim, you’re a moron.”
I was giddy. I was actually going to have a conversation…face to face. Was I dreaming? Had I been transported back to the 80’s? If it wasn’t real I was hoping for the latter, but would accept the first.
I left a voice message on my wife’s cell phone informing her of the adventure I was embarking on and then ran out the door. I was so excited I forgot to tell my wife to check her phone message…as I bolted passed her.
Arriving at the restaurant early, I had time to think. Apparently, too much time. Realizing I wasn’t quite sure what to say in a conversation…face to face, I began to sweat profusely. As a result, my iphone slipped out of my hand, crashed to the floor and the screen went blank.
I was alone.
My mind filled with questions faster than my email box fills with stupid joke forwards.
What do I do if I say something sarcastic? I won’t have colon-bracket as my safety net. What if Steve says something funny? Do I say, LOL or ROFL?
How do I know when my sentence has reached its character limit? How many characters can I use?
I was terrified.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I spun around to see Steve smiling at me.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey Steve,” I said.
Hmm. That wasn’t so hard.
It was a great lunch. Steve and I had an incredibly relaxing conversation…face to face. We laughed out loud, smiled for real and didn't even count our words. It was exhilarating. In fact, we’re doing it again next week…and inviting Phil.
I can’t wait to tell everyone on Facebook.
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