A bit later, I was pulled into a group conversation on Skype with his best friend, Stephie. Oh, did I forget to mention that his name is Steven? I do think it's a nice name, one that I can see myself carving into the bark of a tree - along with mine - in the months to come, when we learn more about each other. Our mutual friend, Jai, was also in the group call, so that made our first encounter a little less awkward. Woot!
Throughout the chat, I was hesitant to tell them my real name and where I'm really from - not that they didn't already figure out my name wasn't really Logan and that I'm not from Canada nor am I Canadian - because as soon as I uttered 'Zac', they both got really wide-eyed and wary, so I panicked and said what I had to say in hopes that I could make a better first impression. It worked for awhile, but now I feel really bad for being dishonest.
Skip ahead to later in the call, I got on cam and was wearing nothing but my favorite Owl City jacket and a pair of briefs. I recall twerking. Twice. Steven missed it the first time and Stephie told me to shake my booty once more, so I did. It caught their attention... BIG TIME! But damn, does that make me some sort of cheap slut? *shrugs*
I excused myself to go grab a bite and when I came back, the call had ended. I was a little disappointed but much to my surprise, Steven started talking to me in our own little private chat. He complimented me on how I look, how I behaved and also my sex appeal. It was the happiest I've ever felt in a long, long while - not because he was flattering me with admiration, but because the guy I'm slowly falling in love with feels the same way about me. I'm not alone anymore, and as I'm posting this, I can't seem to stop smiling.