LOGGED ON
I had never expected such a thing to happen to me. I became famous over night and I can’t explain it. One minute I’m an unknown, writing on my own personal journal online. Next minute, well read on and find out.
It was a late night, nothing on the television that I really cared to watch any way. I decided to sit down at the computer and write in my journal. There was a storm coming in from the west but it was taking its sweet time getting here. Normally I shut down my computer when storms arrive but it was a slight sprinkle out side at best with a light breeze.
I had the den windows open just enough to let the breeze in and keep the room a comfortable temptature. The lights were low, as I like writing in the dim light for a more creative feel of comfort. As I sat down I logged online and headed right for my journal site. It was taking a bit longer to log on than usual so I thought I’d get up and get a drink as I hated to stop in the middle of writing, it through me off.
I went into the kitchen opened the refrigerator and pulled out a nice cold soda. I thought while I’m here I mine as well get a glass with some ice. The lights flickered a few times. I looked out the kitchen window to see how close the storm was. It wasn’t really doing anything just a bit more breeze. I assumed everything was fine. I picked up the ice-cold glass of soda and headed back into the den.
It was 10:23 p.m. I know this because every time I write in my journal I post the time.
I started in writing about my day and whom I may have conversed with. I made a note about my friends Sara’s wedding, which was in two weeks and made some comments about the dresses and how Sara said her mother in law to be was driving her crazy. I then went on to talk about the type of relationship I would want.
I would hope he didn’t come from a big family. Maybe three brothers or sisters but it would have to be a close connection. I would like to get a long with his folks but I didn’t want it to be, “I’m making a pasta dinner tonight. You must come over we can make it together.” type deal. I have a feeling I’d forever get calls from mom to be that would drive me up the wall.
I think I’d like him to be interested in out doors activities. You know the kind of guy who wears those really thick sweaters and he hair is short and clean cut. I’d like him to have a good secure job but not to the point he was working all the time and life gets placed on hold.
My mind really started to think and I started going on and on about this imaginative guy. As if I knew exactly who he was. Brown hair, dark eyes, tan but not the type that lives in the sun. He’d love movies, all kinds okay not gore. I don’t like gore. He’d like action, drama even watch a comedy with me. We’d travel, not to anything well, over done but comfortable places just to see different things and learn about something different.
I’d like it if he had a guys night out and I had a girls night out and it would be nice if we had a circle of friend who got a long, you know three maybe four of us as a group. Of course he’d act interested in my writing and art. And not mind if I had paint on me at times and oh, joked around so if he got paint on him or his shirt he wouldn’t mind if it were a moment of closeness.
I stopped and took a deep breath. I noticed something; there was something different about my journal. There was a symbol at the top right hand corner I had not noticed before. Suddenly I received an instant message. “Hello! I can tell you I’m not bored by your writings. But, Can I ask that you don’t get paint on my business suits.”
I was shocked! I didn’t know what to do, what to say. I sat there what seemed like forever but it was really just seconds maybe a minute, two at the most. I placed my hand on the keyboard and I decide to answer the instant message. “I’m sorry I don’t know how this happened. I signed into my journal.” A few minutes went by and a message appeared. “Does this mean your going to leave? I’m Josef Van Dough. May I ask who you are?”
I didn’t respond, I logged out. I sat there at the computer trying to figure out what happened. I logged into my journal again. With in minutes I received another Instant Message. “Please, Don’t go! Who are you? Tell me more…………” I logged off and shut the computer down for the night. It was 12:42 a.m.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. How did it happen? Who was that man? I remembered he posted as Josef Van Dough. The name sounded strangely familiar to me but I just couldn’t place it. As I sat there for a minute. I rolled my head about trying to get myself to relax. I stood up and took my glass out to the kitchen, putting it in the sink upside down. I then looked out the kitchen window again it looked like the storm missed us. I turned to go up stairs shutting off the lights as I made my way through the house. I pulled back the blankets in my bed and lay down with that name still in my head. Josef………
The next morning the phone awakened me. I looked at the clock it was only
7: 15 a.m. I didn’t have to get up for work until 8:00 a.m. it was Sara. She was muttering something, I don’t know what. I just wanted to sleep for as long as I could which wasn’t long at all. I interrupted Sara and I told her I’d talk to her at work.
When I rolled out of bed I expected today to be like every other day. I was in the shower just long enough to get wet when the doorbell rang. I thought it was Sara. What was I suppose to think. Sara was always popping in on me. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and ran down the stairs for the door. The doorbell range again. I called out as I reached for the door knob to open it,” Sara you have a key!”
It wasn’t Sara. With the door open in my left hand and a towel being barely on me in my right. There he was, brown hair, dark eyes, tan wearing pressed jeans and a tank top with a dress shirt over it. The first few buttons of his dress shirt undone. I was shocked even more so now then I was last night.
I quickly shut the door in his face and leaned up against it in embarrassment. I was only in a towel and I looked a mess. I was clinging to the towel more than ever. I put my right hand across my face trying to think of what to do, what to say. My hand fell down over my lips and I tried to listen to see if he was still there. I could here him walking back and forth in front of the door. I turned around to look through the eye hole of the door and called out,” Go away! I don’t know who you are or how I got on your site but it was an honest mistake.”
I listened at the door. I brought myself to look through the eyehole again. I leaned on the door with my towel pressed against it and hand on the door at shoulder height. I watched him. He stood there as if he was expecting me to open the door again. I thought to myself (Is he crazy? I’m not opening the door. I’m in a towel for Pete sake.)
A few seconds passed and he realized I wasn’t going to open the door. He brushed his hand through his hair. He turned as if he was going to leave but stopped and said,” I came a long way, if you could just talk to me.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He then found a card and slipped it under the doormat. “We could meet somewhere public if you wish, I left you my card under the mat. Please think about it.” He then turned walked off the porch and got in his car and drove away.
I leaned back away from the door. I was a bit unsure if I should get the card but then I thought maybe it would have a Business Name or something on it that would tell me who he was. I opened the door slowly peaked out the door and quickly grabbed the card and shut the door again. I read the card, it said Van Dough Enterprises.
It was a surprise, I remembered where I had heard or seen the name before. It was on a magazine at work. I quickly ran upstairs. I showered, dressed and headed straight to work. I wanted to see if I could find that magazine.
When I reached work, I found it very strange that people were looking at me. I hurried up the stairs to the second floor where my desk was. On my way up Sara found me. I kept looking around because it was obvious that something was going on. Sara was about to show me. She pulled me quickly to my desk, mutter on and on about you won’t believe it, leave it to you, I wish I could get so lucky. I put my bag on my desk. Sara pushed me into my seat and faced my head to the computer screen and there it was. The same symbol I saw last night on my computer. It had a written message to the journal writer, ME!
[If you're reading this or anyone who knows who the Journal Writer is. Please contact me by email: Van Dough Enterprise@vps.net. Anyone with information on who the journal writer is will get a $1,000.00 reward for information that leads me to her.]
Under that, portions of my writing were popping up on the screen flashing. I kept looking at it but then I realized why everyone was looking at me. Sara then started going on and on how she got a call around 2: 00 a.m. asking her questions about me and how he could find me and she said he gave her a check for $1,000.00 just to have me meet with him. She handed me a memo pad with the location and time written on it.
I was so embarrassed everyone was watching. I stood up and said,” There’s some type of mistake, I don’t know him.” Sara grabbed my arm and sat me back down in the chair. She snapped her fingers in front of my face to get my attention and said,” All you have to do is meet with him. I told him we’d be there.” Sara then grabbed the magazine off the top of her desk which was right next to mine and said,” He’s a billionaire, you have to meet him.”
That’s the story of how I became famous over night. I met with Josef Van Dough we started dating two years later married and now every time I turn around someone is asking me to come to a benefit, support there cause. In the mean time Sara and I started our own business. No, I’m not a famous artist or anything like that. But I will tell you Josef doesn’t mind me getting paint on his shirts.
© Copyright 2008 W.Scotti
