Disclaimer: The names (except for "Jason") and screennames have been changed to protect the innocent -- namely me, because I don't want to be sued. "Myfriend" is, not surprisingly, my friend. "GUITARSTAR" is a famous and accomplished musician. If you want to know who "GUITARSTAR" is, e-mail me. The year: 1998. My freshman year in college. A group of my friends went to see this band play on campus, probably because we had nothing better to do. The bandleader is pretty famous; if you don't recognize his name, you'd still know his music. As talented as he is, though, he spent the show hitting on girls nearly one-third his age, and rumor has it that a few followed him back to his hotel room for some post-show rockin'. At one point during the show, he told the crowd that he keeps an online tour diary, and that we're all encouraged to sign on, read it, and IM him. So, one night a week or so later, we did. A friend of mine (who i'll spare having her name attached to this) pretty much ran the show, and the rest of us sat in her room only slightly interested in the conversation... until it became clear that this guy had some different plans for the evening, and that included a bit of getting digitally intimate, if you know what i mean. My friend, in her infinite wisdom, kept nudging the guy along, just to see how far he'd actually take it. Luckily for all involved, he didn't launch into the full sloppy text, but damnit, he sure did want it. A lot of this conversation is long and mundane, but editing it would ruin the unintentional atmosphere. Take a read through, and remember: behind all this is a married rock star on the road and a group of college students with nothing better to do. What a volatile mixture. ----------------the conversation----------------- Myfriend: Hey GuitarStar! Saw your show at Clark University.. it was rock and roll! Was wondering when you were going to put it in the tour diary? GUITARSTAR: i am so far behind GUITARSTAR: it sucks GUITARSTAR: sitting here Myfriend: oh GuitarStar, i understand. Myfriend: don't beat yourself up GUITARSTAR: in a motel in colubia mo. Myfriend: SO! got to sign some girls unmentionables, eh? Myfriend: WHAT?? Myfriend: that's BIZARRE GUITARSTAR: answering email GUITARSTAR: who is this Myfriend: i originally live but minutes away from there Myfriend: the world is small, small, small GUITARSTAR: really Myfriend: this is (friend)...and jason who wanted to know about the tour diary thing Myfriend: yes, really GUITARSTAR: i am playing tomorrow in kansas mo. Myfriend: why is everyone going to columbia this year? it's just weird GUITARSTAR: love the name (friend) Myfriend: oh yeah? well well..makin the rounds Myfriend: why thank you....unfortunately, i did not name myself. i cannot take credit GUITARSTAR: this is the end of this one GUITARSTAR: i get home the 10th Myfriend: ah, i see Myfriend: wait, where's home? GUITARSTAR: the high desert Myfriend: ooooh Myfriend: sounds mystical GUITARSTAR: 2,000 feet above palm springs GUITARSTAR: ca Myfriend: no beans about THAT GUITARSTAR: very mystical Myfriend: ahhh..california. my second home perhaps. Myfriend: you're just everywhere! GUITARSTAR: should try the high desert Myfriend: oh yeah? Myfriend: what could i do there besides take a picture? Myfriend: well...you must like it GUITARSTAR: you can see the milky way across the sky GUITARSTAR: you can see a 100 miles in every direction Myfriend: well that's a very unique spectacle GUITARSTAR: clear skies every day Myfriend: wow GUITARSTAR: sunsets unreal Myfriend: sunsets...now that's something everyone can be happy about! GUITARSTAR: and it is like living in a vaccume GUITARSTAR: no sound GUITARSTAR: you hear your blood Myfriend: well...sometimes the wind is nice though. as are trees. GUITARSTAR: we have wind Myfriend: my BLOOD? i can only imagine... Myfriend: it seems like an oasis. GUITARSTAR: it is Myfriend: a garden of eden!!!!!!!! GUITARSTAR: it is Myfriend: have you lived there long? GUITARSTAR: 11 years Myfriend: well that's long. you win. GUITARSTAR: ha GUITARSTAR: what are you doin Myfriend: why, im talking to you GUITARSTAR: duh Myfriend: and looking at jason's astronomy observations..he's very clever Myfriend: are you on a laptop? GUITARSTAR: the desert is the place for that GUITARSTAR: yes my mac Myfriend: mine almost broke today..it's on my mind. Myfriend: yes, it seems so..so is italy GUITARSTAR: oh oh Myfriend: i can't find anything in this room GUITARSTAR: what room Myfriend: the room that i SLEEP in GUITARSTAR: there is a 10% warning level for Myfriend what does that mean? Myfriend: oh geez. GUITARSTAR: it is on top of my window Myfriend: it's because some punk i know decided to be sassy with me GUITARSTAR: whats it mean Myfriend: i really am not worthy of a warning..im a delightful girl..that's the problem with kids these days Myfriend: it means that some fool warned me and that i.....have somewhat restricted IM movement GUITARSTAR: but why does that say that Myfriend: and that everyone can see that im..naughty or something Myfriend: well it was originally at 20% GUITARSTAR: you are kidding me Myfriend: do you want me to warn you? i can Myfriend: im serious...as a heart attack! GUITARSTAR: what about people that have cyber sex together, do they get that warning also? Myfriend: nooo...well. i guess if one of them is bad then they can warn the other as...punishment of some sort GUITARSTAR: who gives the warning? Myfriend: but i dont think that really happens too often. you get what you pay for. Myfriend: anyone can give a warning Myfriend: as i said...i can warn you GUITARSTAR: i still do not understand is it like a web cop Myfriend: no no...it's more like citizen's arrest GUITARSTAR: do they moniter what you say Myfriend: see, say someone's being a punk to me and i dont likeit..i WARN them and then they get a nasty warning on their name and also have restricted abilities to IM me depending on the % of the warning GUITARSTAR: i thought only you and i see this Myfriend: no, no one moniters it Myfriend: nooo, everyone sees that i have 15% GUITARSTAR: whew Myfriend: it's like a scarlet letter of sorts GUITARSTAR: what does the percent mean Myfriend: why, GuitarStar? do you do naughty things online?! Myfriend: the percent is just the level of warning GUITARSTAR: sometimes someone will get very sexy with me GUITARSTAR: it is neat Myfriend: and do you reciprocate it?? GUITARSTAR: and i will back GUITARSTAR: oh yes as it is very sensual Myfriend: REALLY? GUITARSTAR: plus safe Myfriend: yes....there are lots of pesky diseases out there. this is true. GUITARSTAR: the mind can be very interesting GUITARSTAR: if you allow it Myfriend: or the imagination Myfriend: yes indeed Myfriend: don't think i havent, GuitarStar Myfriend: i have. GUITARSTAR: thats what i mean GUITARSTAR: really Myfriend: yes GUITARSTAR: oh boy Myfriend: that was not a loaded statement Myfriend: ha GUITARSTAR: i am stuck for words GUITARSTAR: got a few neat chills Myfriend: sooooo....what exactly are you doing in that hotel in Columbia (!) besides writing emails Myfriend: ? GUITARSTAR: i am sitting back in bed GUITARSTAR: tv on Myfriend: ah, i see GUITARSTAR: typing GUITARSTAR: alone Myfriend: with your laptop nestled on your...lap? GUITARSTAR: and enjoying you Myfriend: all alone, eh? GUITARSTAR: yes GUITARSTAR: laptop in my lap Myfriend: i see GUITARSTAR: can you see me Myfriend: yes, im in the closet..psh!! Myfriend: uhm...i can visualize you, that's what i meant. GUITARSTAR: are you alone GUITARSTAR: that is so neat GUITARSTAR: you are making me warm GUITARSTAR: neat Myfriend: no, jason is across the room GUITARSTAR: oh oh GUITARSTAR: you do the typing Myfriend: he's waiting for a phone call, see Myfriend: welllll....yeah, im typing GUITARSTAR: i will just recieve Myfriend: jason's now uninterested Myfriend: UHMMMMM GUITARSTAR: well i amm Myfriend: i don't know if that's such a good idea GUITARSTAR: you be the judge GUITARSTAR: i am always low key Myfriend: yeah, well. hm. GUITARSTAR: you are too cool Myfriend: oh pshaw, GuitarStar. you don't know me, remember? GUITARSTAR: tell me more Myfriend: like what? GUITARSTAR: did we talk face to face GUITARSTAR: what where when and how Myfriend: i was with my friend who got an autograph, but we didn't talk, no GUITARSTAR: why Myfriend: because i never do GUITARSTAR: oh great Myfriend: i mean..i never ask for autographs so why would we have? Myfriend: understand? GUITARSTAR: that wasnt cool Myfriend: oh bother..it's no big deal GUITARSTAR: it would have been neat if you came up and said hi Myfriend: well, in actuality, that was a stressful evening GUITARSTAR: then i could picture your face Myfriend: but really, GuitarStar, do you remember everyone's face? GUITARSTAR: yes GUITARSTAR: i picture GUITARSTAR: and relate Myfriend: well i mean, i stood there, but i didnt talk to you Myfriend: and relate, eh? Myfriend: i see. GUITARSTAR: situations Myfriend: ah, okay GUITARSTAR: what do you look like Myfriend: i have short blond hair and im 5'6" and...average otherwise Myfriend: you wouldnt remember GUITARSTAR: ohhhhhh yessss i would.... Myfriend: oh really? GUITARSTAR: i love short blonde hair Myfriend: oh yeah? GUITARSTAR: what were you wearing Myfriend: a black shirt and jeans..nothign striking GUITARSTAR: do you have peircings? GUITARSTAR: oops spelled wrong Myfriend: nah GUITARSTAR: ok GUITARSTAR: jeans mean you are down to earth Myfriend: eh, i guess so :) GUITARSTAR: you should check to see if i am on each night, i go on late GUITARSTAR: love talking to you Myfriend: okay, i will GUITARSTAR: you speak from inside Myfriend: you think? GUITARSTAR: no bullshit just your feelings GUITARSTAR: i can tell Myfriend: well..thank you, i guess :) GUITARSTAR: you are young and smart, i am old and wise Myfriend: yes, i can tell GUITARSTAR: thank you Myfriend: sure! GUITARSTAR: tell me more GUITARSTAR: your eyes Myfriend: they're hazel GUITARSTAR: me too Myfriend: it's not too common either, i guess GUITARSTAR: you live where Myfriend: i go to school in massachusetts GUITARSTAR: i was born in boston Myfriend: oh really? GUITARSTAR: lived in quincy Myfriend: my friend's from there...but anyway.. GUITARSTAR: did you enjoy my concert Myfriend: boston's very loevly Myfriend: sure... Myfriend: agh, i cant type tonight Myfriend: anyway, yeah, it was a good show GUITARSTAR: i am glad Myfriend: one of the most attended at clark, dont you know? GUITARSTAR: no Myfriend: it's true GUITARSTAR: wish i could have met you GUITARSTAR: is this your im address Myfriend: ah, it was just a complicated night Myfriend: im sorry Myfriend: Myfriend? yeah, it's the screenname i use GUITARSTAR: then i will put it on ok Myfriend: okay GUITARSTAR: one night i would like to share your sensual side Myfriend: oh really? GUITARSTAR: in typing to each other Myfriend: hmm GUITARSTAR: you sounded very exciting as you spoke Myfriend: oh really? :) GUITARSTAR: like you are in total control and not afriad to speak your feelings Myfriend: maybe so... GUITARSTAR: or create feelings GUITARSTAR: i sense that Myfriend: hmm GUITARSTAR: i love it when you say mmmmmm GUITARSTAR: hmmmm Myfriend: ha! GUITARSTAR: that usually is very pleasurable Myfriend: well...good, i guess :) GUITARSTAR: that means something also Myfriend: oh yeah? GUITARSTAR: love your smile GUITARSTAR: yeah Myfriend: ha! which you've never actually seen GUITARSTAR: its yellow with black eyes and smile Myfriend: well on the screen, yeah GUITARSTAR: ha GUITARSTAR: got yuh GUITARSTAR: i play in kansas city tomorrow are you going to be on at night GUITARSTAR: mo. Myfriend: online? GUITARSTAR: you got me making mistakes GUITARSTAR: yep GUITARSTAR: when i get back from the concert GUITARSTAR: to the hotel Myfriend: i see GUITARSTAR: i would look for you Myfriend: i may be...we'll see GUITARSTAR: coool GUITARSTAR: the mystery connection Myfriend: indeed GUITARSTAR: inddeed GUITARSTAR: opps your fault Myfriend: ha! GUITARSTAR: i know GUITARSTAR: you have smitten me Myfriend: psh..i dont know why GUITARSTAR: oh yes you do GUITARSTAR: you are intense in diff ways GUITARSTAR: a good intense Myfriend: why thank you GUITARSTAR: i feel it GUITARSTAR: and i am over here GUITARSTAR: in my room Myfriend: right.. GUITARSTAR: how do you picture me GUITARSTAR: at this moment Myfriend: right now? Myfriend: on your bed.... GUITARSTAR: yes right so far Myfriend: with your computer... Myfriend: i dont know. Myfriend: this is going in odd directions. GUITARSTAR: yes GUITARSTAR: odd are you lost GUITARSTAR: need directions Myfriend: im not lost, per se GUITARSTAR: ha Myfriend: well...do you think i do? GUITARSTAR: i am GUITARSTAR: leaning up against Myfriend: you're lost? GUITARSTAR: the headboard Myfriend: hmmm GUITARSTAR: mac on my lap GUITARSTAR: tshirt on Myfriend: right Myfriend: and..? GUITARSTAR: tv on GUITARSTAR: and? GUITARSTAR: what did you ask? Myfriend: hmm okay Myfriend: nevermind..i just wanted you to go on. and you did..so there you go. GUITARSTAR: is that a good ok or not GUITARSTAR: or an odd direction Myfriend: odd direction :) GUITARSTAR: is that bad? i am now worried.. Myfriend: nah, it's nothing. an indifferent situation. GUITARSTAR: i do not want a percent warning Myfriend: ha, i wont give you one Myfriend: do you talk to girls like this all the time? GUITARSTAR: thanks, no i do not.... this is a little different for me GUITARSTAR: i just felt something neat from you at a certain point GUITARSTAR: sensually in your talk Myfriend: oh, i see Myfriend: i was just wondering GUITARSTAR: sorry if i offended you GUITARSTAR: i will just keep your feelings to myself... Myfriend: nope, you didnt Myfriend: im not easily offended at all GUITARSTAR: it was like a massage Myfriend: it's just a curious situation, you know? im not used to people being so...open...when i just start talking to them. it's no big deal. GUITARSTAR: when one gives GUITARSTAR: the other returns Myfriend: right. Myfriend: i get it. GUITARSTAR: certain people are very open like me GUITARSTAR: when they sense Myfriend: yes, but not too many. and it surprises me. GUITARSTAR: the openess of others GUITARSTAR: i know GUITARSTAR: thats why i do not do this often GUITARSTAR: as there are not many out there like you Myfriend: ah, okay. i completely understand GUITARSTAR: thank you GUITARSTAR: i stop and massage the dandelion flowers Myfriend: what? GUITARSTAR: when you see GUITARSTAR: a pretty healthy GUITARSTAR: flower GUITARSTAR: stop and GUITARSTAR: feel it it GUITARSTAR: and smell it GUITARSTAR: or just stoke it GUITARSTAR: stroke Myfriend: mmmhmm... GUITARSTAR: take the time to do that GUITARSTAR: so when a lady GUITARSTAR: such as you speakes GUITARSTAR: speaks GUITARSTAR: you become the flower GUITARSTAR: and i wanted to stroke and enjoy your speach GUITARSTAR: talk GUITARSTAR: becomes GUITARSTAR: the gentle touch GUITARSTAR: .... Myfriend: are you quoting somethign?? or are you just feeling particularly poetic this evening? GUITARSTAR: i speak only my inner words GUITARSTAR: they come from a source GUITARSTAR: the source is what i receive from you.. Myfriend: ohhhh Myfriend: well then!! GUITARSTAR: to know one, is to empty one's self.... Myfriend: this is very true GUITARSTAR: glad you understand Myfriend: i do :) GUITARSTAR: it makes our conversation more meaningful Myfriend: indeed it does GUITARSTAR: most earthlings do not understand.. GUITARSTAR: thats what i call people who do not look into the mirror and see themselves Myfriend: it makes you sound lonely GUITARSTAR: for what they are not... GUITARSTAR: no.. i have my animals GUITARSTAR: they love unconditionally Myfriend: what kinds? Myfriend: unlike people. GUITARSTAR: lions, tigers, dogs, horses, ect. Myfriend: you own those? GUITARSTAR: i preserve the breeds from poachers, Myfriend: interesting GUITARSTAR: i have over 40 diff spiecies Myfriend: wow GUITARSTAR: have a beautiful barb mustang horse from the gov. GUITARSTAR: solid black GUITARSTAR: like cochise would be riding GUITARSTAR: they all run free GUITARSTAR: and sleep with me GUITARSTAR: when i wish Myfriend: sleep with you? horses??? GUITARSTAR: this has been my life for many years GUITARSTAR: my lions ect GUITARSTAR: i have many diff spec of animals Myfriend: wheredo you keep them? GUITARSTAR: mountain lions ect GUITARSTAR: i have 150 acres Myfriend: at your ...desert isle in cali? Myfriend: oooh Myfriend: well hot damn. GUITARSTAR: yes GUITARSTAR: it is an airport also GUITARSTAR: called dale skyranch GUITARSTAR: as i am a pilot also GUITARSTAR: for many years Myfriend: wow GUITARSTAR: i love flying Myfriend: i never got the notion that you were so....capable of purchasing such things Myfriend: ive never done it. GUITARSTAR: i have had them for many years GUITARSTAR: it is illegal to have them but i have had them for so long that it has been ok Myfriend: wow GUITARSTAR: i also do work with many instatutions Myfriend: tsk tsk :) Myfriend: just a regular humanitarian, eh? GUITARSTAR: i find much true love and warmth from these creatures of mother nature Myfriend: i see GUITARSTAR: if my lion likes you he will lick you, if he dosent like you he will eat you.. Myfriend: interesting..i guess he likes you, eh? GUITARSTAR: i am still here, Myfriend: indeed you are GUITARSTAR: and talking with you Myfriend: yes :) GUITARSTAR: yes.... Myfriend: does it bother you that im so young? GUITARSTAR: what is young? i only see and feel emotion and vibrations Myfriend: well alright then! Myfriend: unfortunately, i may have to go soon Myfriend: not yet, but soon GUITARSTAR: well then embrace me with your words.... Myfriend: how so? GUITARSTAR: in any which way that you feel GUITARSTAR: or you can feel pesky and create Myfriend: maybe i should...save that for another time GUITARSTAR: that would be nice GUITARSTAR: i will wait with great GUITARSTAR: inner emotion Myfriend: so you added me to your list? GUITARSTAR: you bet GUITARSTAR: i cant wait till we talk again,,, GUITARSTAR: i wont forget your name either, Myfriend: well you may have to IM me because sometimes i dont have my list,...im just letting you know, as i do everyone Myfriend: alright then GUITARSTAR: ok, i guess you will pop up when you come on Myfriend: yes, i will GUITARSTAR: cant wait for you to pop up.. GUITARSTAR: ha GUITARSTAR: you have a very nice and restful night Myfriend: you too :) GUITARSTAR: think of me when you pull the covers over your head...and i will do the same.. GUITARSTAR: nite Myfriend: good night! GUITARSTAR: a great night (the end) Nowhere else to go but HappyScrappy!