Read Online One Night by Eric Jerome Dickey - Free Book Online

attention than the missing black girls because it appealed to everyone’s prejudices, ignited emotions, and was satire in a way that showed people are devoid of intellect and reason.”
    â€œWelcome to the Internet. No IQ test required.”
    â€œAnyway. He saw my posts, clicked like on things I had posted, and somewhere down the line I clicked like on what he had posted, which was like initial contact, and then he sent me a request. I almost declined it, but we had mutual friends. Good-looking guy. Smart. Great body. I checked out his page first. Nothing weird. Nothing perverted. I found myself reading all his posts. Could form complete sentences. Didn’t use ROFL and OMG and LMBAO and HBD, or overuse silly emoticons like a third grader.”
    â€œHBD?”
    â€œHappy birthday, which really should be HB, unless you’re saying ‘Happy birthday, Dickhead.’”
    â€œTell me about your boyfriend.”
    â€œWhere was I? Oh, right. He had actually in-boxed me a very thoughtful note, and I was impressed by his use of the English language, so I added him. See, I like considerate people, too. Every day he clicked like on my posts. He liked my opinions. My jokes. He clicked like on a lot of my photos. Gave me compliment after compliment. Then down the line he put another message in my in-box, and we started exchanging private messages, and so it became a hi and bye friendship, one where we exchanged innocuous messages, and soon we clicked like more and more, practically on every post, and then we started leaving public comments as well.”
    â€œComments are like getting attention. It’s a form of nourishment a lot of people need.”
    â€œA comment says you are there right next to somebody, paying attention, and soon a stranger becomes part of your world and important to you, someone you look forward to seeing online every day.”
    He said, “He felt important to you.”
    â€œYeah. Guess a little attention goes a long way. The next thing you know we’d graduated to WhatsApp, then, you know, you’re exchanging cell numbers, testing the next level by texting. Then you might call and leave a voice message, then talk for real, then you’re on Skype, taking it to the next level, kind of like being face-to-face, flirting, being a little bit naughty for each other, feeling the vibe, being excited. And then you’re meeting at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles on Pico, finally face-to-face, and you can see, smell, hear, touch each other, but it’s like you’ve never met and have already known each other a long time at the same time, and then after doing that three or four times, you’re ready for the next sense, want a taste, want to feel, and after dinner at Roscoe’s you’re on the sofa making out and then waking up on the carpet naked, sucking leftover waffles and fried chicken wings from between your teeth.”
    â€œSounds like you had the thrill of a lifetime. On the sofa making out after chicken and waffles. I like kissing.”
    I grinned. “Me, too. People should kiss more.”
    â€œPeople should kiss and laugh, especially when everything seems dismal.”
    â€œKissing makes things better.”
    He said, “The best relationships have lots of profound kisses.”
    â€œThey do. It all starts with a kiss.”
    â€œKissing is where it all begins.”
    I said, “And telling them to kiss your ass is how it ends.”
    â€œStarts and ends with a kiss.”
    â€œAnd hopefully one tastes better than the other.”
    â€œHopefully.”

7:51 P.M.
    I asked, “How long have you been married? Forgot to be nosey and ask you that.”
    â€œTwenty-eight dog years.”
    â€œSo that’s four years you’ve made the cow go moo. How long did you date?”
    â€œWe were married within a year.”
    â€œYou were engaged soon as you met.”
    â€œShe met me, said she was madly in love,