The Digital Person

I saw a brunette sitting on the bench at school, reading a book called "The Digital Person." This book is a couple of years old, and she was sitting there in the sun, with sunglasses, smoking while she read it.

Digital person - the book is about our virtual identities on the internet. I walked up to her and asked her if I could take her picture reading the book. I thought it might be a good shot for this blog, but I certainly wasn't going to tell her that was where her picture might end up. She didn't like the idea, and seemed a bit shy about continuing with the talk - and after reading a couple of the chapters in the book I would see why. I let it pass and asked her if I could at least sit and talk with her about it.

I told her I was in the communications department. We both drank our coffee - her a latte, me an americano. We ended up going back to her place, on the outskirts of the campus, and sat on the deck of her apartment (which is supplied by the school to students).

Her roommate was gone for a weekend back in her hometown in Wisconson, and she made some ramen which we shared. Telling stories. I slowly brushed against her a couple times, put my hand on her back.

The sun was going down. I put my hand on her ass. She didn't stop me. She'd look at me. Wouldn't frown and wouldn't smile. Just close her eyes.

I showed her my playlist on my ipod, which is either a great way to break the ice when you're meeting someone - or the dealbreaker. It's a way to expose your innermost thoughts and tastes without really revealing anything. Except maybe that you like John Mayer, the Beatles, Bob Dylan and the Shins all together, a weird collection that but demonstrates that no one is pigeon-hole-able.

We contain multitudes.

She let me take off her clothes slowly. I took off my clothes next. I went slowly into her, on the futon, and there were no words. I stopped, knowing I should not be there, taking advantage of her anonymity. She pushed me out and let me come back in. Finally, I came on her breasts, because she didn't want to get into any trouble she couldn't handle later.

Digital indeed.