- Aperture: f/6.3
- Focal Length: 55mm
- ISO: 400
- Shutter: 1/2000 sec
- Camera: NIKON D80
The stench of Lysol lingered, crept up the walls and slid back down, taking my stomach with it. I didn’t know him very well, a few weeks maybe. I’ve never been one for formalities. If I trust you, I trust you, and if I like you, I trust you.
He’d Google-stalked me, which was right up my alley. “I’m nosey that way,” he explained. “It’s part of what I do for a living.”
“S’part of what I do for a living too,” I said, running my own counter-surveillance.
“I could use a friend,” I said a week later, typing in the dark from Tulsa to the rhythm of the pounding rain, brain-drained, not sane. “I’m drinking my way through a lot of tequila. Why are you being nice to me?”
He said I seemed down. He had no motives.
“Good. Let’s play 20 questions,” I said. “Five at a time. You first.”
And so it went for hours until my letters began to twine around themselves, staggering soldiers giving up the fight. Day slid into night over and over and I stopped writing.
He kept up a one-man USO mission, a blitzkrieg of upbeat one-liners sprinkled q.i.d. Hellos. Good mornings. Reminders to engage in daily life. Wishes for a happy birthday — a month too soon.
Google-stalking has its weak points, but it can find where you live. And sometimes that’s all a girl needs to bring her home.
Music: Come Round Soon by Sara Bareilles (lyrics)