[A short post; but atleast one thats 'long due'...
This post is dedicated to Gainda; for reasons he'll know, and few others might]My name is Adam, and I am still looking for my Eve. I must've had enough flings with all the Evas and Elanors, but the nearest I could come to my Eve was while I was on a ship!
Now although that might be unusual and stange to you mate, the fact is I've had quite a few flings on the high seas. Take my word on this: humping rocks on
ships! You see, my life of freedom on the waters was the result of both my brother's and my awe for the vastness and majesty of the Pacific and Indian Oceans. So much so that my brother Abel joined the navy a few years ago and you could say that my voyages came as a part of his 'perks'.
In fact, the Eve encounter had occurred on my return home from visiting my brother. Hmmm, it seems I have forgotten to clarify a few things. I live in Australia: Queensland to be precise, my age is nineteen and my brother is twenty-three. He was on duty in the Indian Ocean at that time and I had been returning home on a "private ship, en route to Australia". Now here's the thing, mate, you've probably gone ahead and assumed that this Eve - her name's actually Eileen - was some beauty; red headed or brunette, or busty or whatever. Well you see, I've never even seen her. This entire thing happened on an online anonymous conversation in the middle of the night!
That, my friend, is the good thing about these private ships: free satellite internet. Hell I have no idea how they bring connectivity into the middle of nowhere, but I'm not complaining! And the quality's quite good too! Why, I've downloaded pretty much all my movies from torrents at sea. But then, theres the downside of them real torrents at sea. Take my advice on this mate: never brave the Indian monsoon unless you've got an anonymous internet conversation to look forward to. Well of course, being anonymous, you have no idea if the person you're talking to is real, automated, or someone just doing a role-play. I suppose it can be pretty hard on someone if they find out that the person they were chatting with wasan't who he/she seemed to be. I'd hate it if Eileen were just someone's role.
Be that as it may, this Eileen waas twenty, doing Art School and living in Seattle. She was new to this chat site and didn't know the first thing about 'anonymity'. She told me of her own free will her name, city, and that she was blonde, having blue/green eyes. Being from Seattle made our conversation literally across the globe: it was 1.08 p.m. there when it was 1:40 a.m. here.
Seattle is the city of grunge, and since I was a guitarist in my band, we had found something that struck a chord between us. She was a total fan of Pearl Jam and Radiohead and such bands, and in no time, we found ourselves chatting in lyrics such as "American woman, stay away from me!" From music bands like Pearl Jam to movies like Into the Wild did our topics span, and the more we chatted, the more we found common between ourselves. That Eileen had read Into the Wild as a book before the movie was news to me; for I hadn't heard of the book before then.
As much as we had in common, there were many differences between us: some subtle, some not so. I had black hair and brown eyes; she said she could never imagine me that way, and would just pretend that I was blonde. She loved Indie rock, while I loved classic rock. I liked the Indian accent; she said it just made her crack up, and that she liked accents where you could not tell their origin. I told her to try watching some of Russell Peters' performances then; she hadn't heard of him. I've never done drugs; she'd gotten high on weed once (out of peer pressure). I enjoy living on ships; she'd been on a ship just once. I will not say that we fell in love, but our goodbyes were hard enough to last a span of over an hour: it was undergoing a process of prolonged procrastination. Love has a strange homely touch to it, its unpredictability never failing to surprise the cynic.
