Dinner vs. Instant Message :: Personal Narrative Writing

Dinner vs. Instant MessageI potful remember sitting at my boyfriends house, while he took part in Teen Chat , an online chatroom that he had recently become prone to . Hes being awful quiet and I am exactting sloshed at the chronic pounding at the keyboard and the spontaneous giggles coming from him that push down out of nowhere. Here I am watching near speechless movie on HBO with his cat Whiskey coughing louder and louder until I last get his attention. Hey babe, you wanna type? Did I motivation to type? No, I didnt want to type You promised me Chilis We were supposed to go out I guess,I tell. Anything to get some attention here. I wandered over to the damn machine to gossip what his fuss was rough. Ok, I admit it, I was amazed that he could be a part of ten conversations at one time. There were about fifteen people in the chat room, public lecture about everything from sports to some stuff that I would like to think of myself too much of a lady to mention. This is dum b, 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 right and I noticed that about five people 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 prescribe, He is taking some of the same classes as me at CFCC, this girls name is Jessica, shes from Tennessee, she tho IMs me to talk sometimes. Wow. Friends online? Now this was starting to intrigue me. I mean how umteen of my friends could I communicate with? No phone bills or waiting tierce or four days to receive outdated letters. Now the coming together 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 company online and hes meeting more people as I sit beside him belongings Whiskey in my PJs, watching the walls in his empty living room. He h ad always tried to get me to type on this thing and say hello. Finally, the next time, I did. Say something, he would tell me. I wasnt move or disappointed to see that my simple hello was completely ignored.