Monday Evening, June 30
I manage to avoid SL until after dinner. Dishes are done, paperwork is semi-ordered, pets are taken care of, husband watching a ball game. Maybe now would be a good time to finish ordering my folders. I really do NOT like how unorganized my inventory has become. I logon. No Melissa. That’s good. I jump to the money machine but it’s empty. I try searching for other money trees but don’t seem to find anything useful. I teleport back to “my” beach chair in Fishermen’s cove.
I start cleaning up the folders – grouping items, moving things. Lingerie in a folder under clothing, Tuxedos and evening gowns in the formal wear folder, poses and gestures in the “Suggestive” folder. Oh yes – I finally am investigating that magic box of goodies. I have all sorts of gestures and poses. The names alone alarm me. Now let me be clear – I am not really a prude. At least I don’t think I am. I can be fairly risqué and daring. Adventuresome. But I’m not ready to turn this all into a sexual experience. After all – I’m still having trouble walking across the virtual room!!! Can you imagine what a lack of control could do for more intimate situations? If I’m going to have SL sex, I’m going to have to be much better at moving my avatar, and I’d better find some genitalia. Until then all those poses, gestures and objects (like the love bed, the love chair, the pose ball) are going into the Suggestive folder.
I have finished tidying up my folders when Melissa logs in. There she is – in ‘her’ beach chair. How companionable! She tells me she has SL questions she needs answered so we head up the boardwalk. We met a nice Land Officer there the other day and I’m hoping she will be there again. Indeed, we soon encounter a group of people sitting on the benches on the boardwalk. Ahuva starts to chat with them all. Melissa as usual is way too impatient to talk. She keeps moving in and out, checking out the various signs and objects in the vicinity. Ahuva tells the group that she has questions and they encourage her to ask. The conversation is good-humored and light-hearted and yet they are giving her the information she needs. Melissa decides to go shopping with Nia. Various others start moving off to things. An attractive young man invites Ahuva to come see his house. Heh, heh, heh. Ahuva may LOOK like a Barbie-doll but she does know a thing or two.
I ask what my mother would think if I teleport off with him. He claims that the 3rd person with us will vouch for him. Actually, that person DOESN’T vouch for him, but it’s a tease. I have been assured that no one can do anything to my avatar. I’m not too worried about bopping around the world with a stranger – he can’t actually hurt me. I know enough not to touch things or take things that could animate my avatar in a way I might not want. (Perhaps I should have named myself Alice, not Ahuva, considering all the “Drink Me” and “Eat me” signs I see.) Just as we are about to leave, a beautiful white wolf (I think it’s a wolf) joins us. We teleport to A’s house. It is absolutely stunning. I look about, A’s pointing out objects. It’s on the beach. With sand, and a dance floor and a bar and chairs and plants and water. The wolf, S, is with us. A suggests a walk. I look about and he’s gone. So is S. I am confused. This is like being a teenager again. I THOUGHT he was going to hit on me. I thought that would be pretty cool. I figured I could maybe handle a pass. So where the heck did he go???
Aha – I finally see him in what appears to be another beach pavilion. I run over there and join him. But he’s still not talking. He disappears but a teleport box opens up. I teleport to him and S. Still not saying anything. I’m talking, but he’s not answering. I am completely confused. Am I doing something wrong? Is he weird? Is my machine broken? S seems to hear me. When A disappears yet again without talking I tell S that maybe I’ll join Melissa, who has been IM’ing about the incredible warehouse of freebies she is visiting. Then suddenly I realize that my IM box has TWO tabs with A’s name. I click on the second tab and PRESTO! THERE he is, chatting away. I apologize, explain what’s been happening to me. A and S are very understanding, claim it still happens to them as well.
A’s home is fantastic. If I could have this in RL I’d want for no other material possessions. Ocean, beach, trees, streams, pool, tree house, beach pavilion, dance pavilion with bar, crow’s nest. S says that he (she? I have no idea.) is tired and heading back to the boardwalk to nap. I’ve already told A and S that I need to go soon, as it is a work night. But I tell A I want to see the pool first. It’s a natural pool (isn’t that a funny thing to write – I’m calling it natural and it’s virtual), with a waterfall and a stream. We stretch out side-by-side on beach blankets. This is absolute heaven. I tell A how wonderful it is. Then A says something that freezes my RL blood. He mentions a RL location that he loves. It happens to be a place that I know well and visit whenever I can. I am freaking out inside. Does he know who I really am????? I answer back guardedly and we exchange a few more sentences on a related topic. A says that I am freaking him out with my replies and I tell him that he is creeping me out completely, that I think we need to drop this subject. He agrees and we talk about something else. If this were a story, it would turn out that A was really my husband, who unbeknownst to me was upstairs living his own life in SL. The whole world of people to meet and I meet someone who knows a RL place that I go? That is unsettling.
I really need to shut down and go to sleep but I follow A to the dance pavilion. Friends of his are arriving and the music goes on and the dancing starts. I keep trying to touch the dance ball and animate Ahuva to dance, but nothing is happening. Everyone else is chatting and dancing and I am clicking away getting nothing. I say goodnight and get ready to leave when a song comes on that I really like. Can’t leave with THAT playing I tell them. FINALLY Ahuva starts dancing. This is such fun!! While I’m dancing, A sends me an invitation to join his group. I’ve been warned not to accept any group invitations without researching the group, but I throw caution to the wind and accept. (SEE – I SAID that I could be adventuresome at times.) The song ends, it’s 11pm real time, and I teleport back to “my” beach chair, stretch out, and shut down. I figure I’ll research the group the next day. I’m sure that everything is just fine.