When Sharon wrote me the first letter, I had no trouble writing back
to her. Separated from her by hundreds of yards of wire, it was
very easy to talk, to tell her she was beautiful, to tell
her …. almost anything. I guess it was the same for her, too,
because within several messages we’d covered almost every topic -
especially sex! Boy, this woman had a *mind*, I tell you. I would ache
after reading one of her messages, and of course, I’d be unable to move
away from my desk for several minutes until the swelling went down!
When I told her that, she laughed, and said, enigmatically, “Good”.

As the days went on, we got to know each other better over mail, and I
began to notice certain changes in me, in my perception of the world. My
terminal held less and less of a fascination for me – that was the major
change. I noticed I was looking outside more, admiring the beauty of the
flowers, trees, birds, the squirrels that came up to the window – and
then it hit me: I was in love. Head over heels, up to my neck, and all
those old cliches suddenly somehow seemed applicable, whereas before
they were corny. My heart DID sing, my eyes sparkled, there *was* a
spring in my step – and everyone noticed. I was madly in love – and I’d
never even had lunch with the woman. Well, I would change that!