tonga to tango

Kim happened to be in town from Seattle last weekend, so on Sunday night we had a lovely first-meeting dinner at the Tonga Room in downtown San Francisco.

After countless meetings of net.friends I still try not to imagine how someone I know online will be in person. It’s not that I fear I’ll be disappointed; I simply want to cherish the first offline impression. Too often the first online one is lost, in email exchanges, muck conversations, IRC chats or ICQ logs. And after all, it’s the person behind the words who matters.

I arrived late to Kim’s scene, only reading a few episodes of her well-known journal before it ended, but I’m truly enjoying getting to know her in real-time. I had such a good time Sunday night I’d even forgotten to be paranoid about what kind of impression I made on her. Well, there goes that …

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