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Nick, mainly because I was scared to. I didn’t want a relationship and the idea of meeting him and something going wrong scared me. I looked forward to our chats. If I knew him, or worse, didn’t like him, it’d take those away. I didn’t want to risk it.  
    Did I lose you?
    No. I was washing my hair.  
    I didn’t like lying to him. Even that didn’t make sense to me. Why would I care about telling a white lie to a man I didn’t really know? But I didn’t want to tell him what I was thinking either.  
    You could be a little more creative than that.  
    Not always. Sometimes I have to be boring and typical.  
    I find that hard to believe Lexi. Nothing about you seems boring and typical.  
    Well you see me in a different light then.  
    I’m the boring one. I promise.  
    No one who sees the beauty in buildings the way you do could possibly be boring.  
    You would be surprised.  
    I doubt it. I’ve known my fair share of boring people. I’ve spent countless hours with them. You aren’t one.  
    Tell that to the women I’ve dated.  
    I’d rather not.
    Why’s that?
    If I convince them that you are worth something then I go back to my lonely little bubble while you meet the woman of your dreams.  
    I’m convinced the woman of my dreams is nothing more than a tease.
    So in all honesty, have you met anyone that struck your interest since you moved here?
    Not so far. I’ve seen some pretty women. But they all have some type of personality flaw.  
    What? That they don’t adore you?
    That too.  
    You are different Nick.  
    I think that’s a compliment. Right?
    Yes. It is.  
    Good. Then thank you.  
    You are welcome. But I must cut this conversation short. I have a busy day tomorrow and I need to get out of the tub and get clothes on and sleep.  
    And the naked mental picture is back.  
    Well you go enjoy it. I’m going to bed.  
    Naked?
    I’ll let you wonder about that.
    Damn.  
    Good night Nick.
    Good night Lexi.
    Letting the water drain, I stood and reached for a towel. I felt myself smile at the thought of Nick imagining me doing just that. He and I were definitely flirty. That’s what made it fun. We had the ability to talk and share our feelings about life and flirt. There was no pressure and no stress. We were never going to meet.  
    I found myself wondering what he looked like. If I met him would I have found him attractive? We’d never really discussed our appearance with each other. To be honest, we didn’t discuss a lot of personal things. I had no idea what he did for a living. He wasn’t aware of my shop. We didn’t share the things that made it real. We talked feelings and television and hobbies.  
    Neither of us used Facebook much. We posted occasionally, liked things from time to time and often shared our photos from Instagram. His were almost all buildings and mine were various forms of food. I was definitely a food addict.  
    I had searched through his page when he’d sent the request. There was nothing in it that told me much about who he was. I had asked him once why he didn’t share anything personal. His answer summed up my own if and when   he would bother to ask.  
    “If anyone needs to know anything about me through Facebook, they don’t know me well enough to know anything about me.”
    I only used the site for social connections. I messaged a few members of my family exclusively through the site, but if the truth were known, until I started talking to Nick, I barely even logged in.  
    I really enjoyed talking with him, but my mental picture of him wasn’t of a tall, dark and handsome man. I envisioned Nick as being a little lanky and a lot goofy-looking, partially because of his humor and personality. Adding to the vision was the fact that any man that was really attractive would be too busy with women to talk to a stranger. Of course what did that say about me.  
    A quick look in the mirror reminded me that I wasn’t exactly ugly myself. I had a few