Risa Horowitz

Writing

Very Short Stories

Tiepolo

I do a Google search and find that D. still uses his old IRC handle, but aside from a few pipe tobacco reviews and a posting about telescopes, there is nothing, it's odd, since we'd spent a year together online, in the Photoshop channel. The whole ordeal must have turned him off, in the same way that it made me choose to live without a computer for a year. 1997. I was the first person I know to have an internet romance, and learned all the wrong ways to do it. It was too soon. So, D. and I meet for the first time at Lester B. Pearson International Airport. I bought my first matching bra and panty set. I had no idea what I was doing, lost my breath, he was so beautiful, grand, with his headache and his suede, I was too young and naive yet to know what it meant to feel like a woman in the presence of a man. We spent a week in a hotel room, heartbreaking, and after I got my money back for the ticket to Athens, I knew that I'd meant it when I'd said I wasn't mourning him but myself..