I've been talking to someone lately, who I shall call Cookie. We've been talking in some form pretty much every day for... I don't really know how long, but I'm gonna say 2 weeks.
He's quite travelled, and very smart. Unlike most men I've met online, he's actually a decent human being. Actually, scratch that, he's quite wonderful. He makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
I can't really explain my feelings towards him. He's in America so it can't really go any further than friends, but I do respect him a great deal. We were talking, and something got me down for a minute, so he said "chin up now k", and just like that, it was up, and I said "its up" and was surprised when instinctively the next word out of me was "Sir".
What? Why? The last person I called Sir told me to call him that, isn't that how it goes? Doesn't this usually mean something big?
I was really embarrassed about it. He talked to me, about titles, and perspectives, and his stance... and suddenly, the embarrassment left. I feel smarter now. I feel like I understand an abstract puzzle piece of this world.
Though I probably won't call him Sir again... intentionally anyway.
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