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  • Have you ever seen the film "You've got Mail"?
    Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks take the leads as two people who "meet" online and exchange emails.
    Being a Rom-Com of the 90s, they enevitably fall in love.
    Don't shout at me, I haven't ruined the ending, believe me you would have guessed.
    You only have to look at the promo poster of it to know that a warm and fuzzy ending would blossom.
    Of course with a few humorous moments
    and dash of argumentative obstacles thrown into the mix.
    Oh, and a bond with a dog too.

    Well, my love life is replicating this.
    I have been exchanging messages with a possible suitor.
    For several weeks.
    I wanted to be sort of certain about this one before I wrote a story.

    How much can you tell about someone in an email?
    In written words. Language analysed.
    I have always felt this side of technology is a hinderance as people forget how to talk.
    Its all very easy being eloquent and articulate when having time to construct an answer,
    but in reality there has to be a spark.
    Emails don't show awkward silences.

    Most of our messages are informal, funny.
    Filled with quotes from Scrubs,
    interspursed with ambitions,
    and favourite superheros.
    I'm hopeful.

    Today we went one step further into the real world, and braced a phone conversation.
    I was outside,
    in the garden,
    wearing shades and suncream,
    reading the second evocative novel.
    An hour quickly crawled away with the army of ants that persisited to climb my ankles.
    I shivered as the sun began to be eclisped by the clouds.
    I'm hopeful.
    Wednesday evening is the big face to face occassion.
    Unlike Miss Ryan, I know what Batman looks like,
    but that doesn't stop me from being tickled with nerves.
    I always hope for the one, for the movie love, the fairytale ending.
    But always find myself alone,
    and looking like a lemon,
    after having spouted premature excitement.
    But surely if you don't hope for the one, then what chance do you have of meeting him?
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