Today I’m going to meet my best friend for the very first time. I’m in the airport waiting to board a plane that will whisk me off to the land of sunshine, humidity that will make my hair misbehave like a Motley Crue groupie, alligators and my soulmateclone. (I would also like to note that I’m having a very Sex in the City moment tapping away at my laptop in public. Yes, I’m a writer IN PUBLIC!)
Nikki and I “met” on Twitter over a year and a half ago. I followed her because she was a writer, and because her bio said something about power ballads (let the 80’s flashbacks begin). Her dry humor told me that she wouldn’t be boring, and I soon saw that she interacted with interesting people. We tweeted back and forth a couple times, and then everything changed. I jumped into a conversation with her and a man I didn’t know. We were joking about our kids on the playground, and then next thing I knew, the conversation had veered from children to sex and I was neck-deep in sexual innuendo . After that day, the three of us became inseparable on Twitter. That silly tweet started the ball rolling for our virtual threesome.
That mysterious man eventually became my Dom and Master, I referred to him as M here, but before that he played with both Nikki and me. There’s a lot to be said about that time in our relationships. So much that Nikki and I are writing a memoir, but that’s a story for another day. What occurs to me this morning is how well we circumnavigated the Jerry Springer set-up to become bff. When M told Nikki they could only be friends, I was prepared for drama. Not that I watch the Springer Show, *cough* a friend does, but I was ready for the proverbial chair to be hurled at me across the stage. Thank the reality tv gods that didn’t happen. Nikki and I talked about the shift in her relationship with M, and despite the changes, no one wanted to lose the friendships we had forged.
Nikki’s friendship has sustained me through some of the darkest times in my life. We literally coached each other through our divorces, held each other’s hands when we were afraid and couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and we shared all our million thoughts and feelings about sex without judgment. Nikki was the first woman I could tell all my sexual thoughts to. She’s the person that gets my “I miss cock!” texts. She was also the first woman to see a picture of me naked, and to this day, I still send her pics of my bruised body after a scene. We talk, on average, three times a day, and I wouldn’t want to build Vagina Antics with anyone but her. And today I’m going to meet her in the flesh.
This is the part of my post where I’d summarize (in a humorous way, hopefully) my wishes for this trip and our first meeting. However, the most appropriate thing I could write is:
To be continued…