Meeting the Phantom Beast.
Was I nervous?
No.
This meeting had been seven years in the making.
Many years ago I went on a dating site, just to see what it was all about. It was not for me, but I did make contact with someone I called the Phantom Beast.
This man, well I was pretty sure he was a man, inspired me to write two little books of limericks.
We messaged each other regularly. We had a lot of laughs, lots of deep and meaningfuls and eventually even phone contact. I called him the Phantom Beast.
I did not know his name nor what he looked like. That was unimportant.
Our phone conversations were quite risque. I bounced my ideas for writing off him. It felt like I had known him forever. He was easy to talk to.
He made me laugh.
He made me feel warm and fuzzy.
He made me feel alive, and, better still, he inspired me to write.
I never felt the need to actually meet him back then.
We lost contact for a number of years.
I often thought of him.
I could not write anymore.
I was not in the least bit inspired to write anything.
I had lost his phone number and could not remember what site I had found him on.
One day,
out of the blue, came a message.
“Merry Christmas to you and yours.”
We were back in contact again.
Just messages. It was good to chat again. We lived in different states but I did travel to his hometown and by this time I thought we should meet.
It had been seven-plus years.
And meet we did.
He was lovely. He was such a gentle caring man.
It felt like I had known him forever.
The time we spent together was nice, the hours flew by as we talked and talked.
All too soon it was time to go our separate ways.
He will always be my Phantom Beast, even though I now know his name.
Will we meet again?
Maybe we will, I know we will always be friends, no matter what.
I was inspired again.
Thank you Phantom Beast, thank you for everything.