You know a lot about me, why don't you send me a picture so I know some about you?
I wait and wait but she never sends anything back and I start to wonder if she's even up. I reread the message and want to bang my head against the door frame.
Oh God! I didn't mean like that! I meant something in your house that means something to you. Not...the other thing. I'm never going to live that down, am I?
As if on cue the little bubble pops up.
Lol, I was about to start worrying. Even so, that's a big request. I’ll have to think about it. Until then, you do the same and show me yours. ;)
I thought I already did. I look around my house thinking about what to send her. Definitely not another dick pic. Finally, I land on a picture of me and my grandpa sitting on my fireplace mantle. I was four and the fish I’m holding was almost as big as I was. I loved that man, he was my hero. It broke my heart when he passed a few years ago.
I send it to her. I'm asleep when my phone dings. On my screen is a picture of a stuffed bunny. Its fur is matted down in places and you can tell its ear has had to be sewn back on a couple of times. I chuckle and start typing away.
That looks like one more loved bunny. How long have you had it?
Almost twelve years now.
I go back to her picture and take in everything around the bunny. It's sitting on a bed with pink flowers on it. Very girly. I search the picture for any other clues that would tell me more about the person on the other end of the phone.
Thank you for sharing with me. I don't feel like you're such a stranger now.
It takes a couple of minutes but then I see that she's texting back.
Me neither.