Once upon a time*, there was a young woman named Capricorn Cringe Tapioca Tinge who lived in a land far, far away. The town was small and modest, but produced a United States president – who was also small and modest. Cap Tap had always been a little unhappy but could never figure out what made her restless, irritable, and discontent. When Tap grew up, she moved to another smallish town that had not produced a president, but can now boast about an American Idol winner.
In this new town, Tap met some new friends who got together on a regular basis. There was a man in the new group that Tap thought was kind of cool. The man’s name was Ralph Malph. One time Malph said something to Tap but Tap didn’t hear him, so she said, “Are you talking to me?”
And he said, “Well, I ain’t talkin’ to your Uncle Bud.”
Tap was amazed. “Oh my God, you know my Uncle Bud?!?” **
Malph laughed and explained that it was just a saying. “You’re the only person I know who actually has an Uncle Bud.” After that, Tap and Malph became good friends.***
Eventually, Tap and Malph got married because Malph was madly in love with Tap and Tap thought that getting married would help her stop being miserable, because she really liked Malph a lot. Just not really in that way, though she told herself that she could like him that way if she just gave him a chance. She even conveniently forgot that he had been madly in love with a bunch of other women and had married them all … and divorced them all.
After they got married, Tap quit her job and stayed home to be a full-time writer. Only she found out that writing was really hard work and so she took a lot of breaks to play on something called the Internet. She had a new program called AOHell (ver. 1.1) that allowed her to talk to people all over the country. Wow.
Late one night Tap found a chat room called women4women and she went in. She only did it because it was really late and the other chat rooms were empty. It wasn’t because she was a lesbian or anything. Honest. As Tap talked to the women she began to realize why she had always been miserable. But she told herself she couldn’t be gay because she was married. And Malph was a really nice guy. And if she really was gay, how was she going to tell anyone? What if her mother found out? It was a terrible dilemma.
After a while, Tap began talking to one particular woman who lived in Connecticut. The woman was smart and funny and successful and she convinced Tap to come to Connecticut so they could meet. So Tap did. And they met. And Tap decided that the best way to make a clean break was to just make a clean break. The woman was going to break up with her lover and Tap was going to tell Malph that it was over. On the plane trip home, Tap sat in first class and got very very drunk. She had a layover in St. Louis and called the woman. The woman was not happy to hear from Tap, but Tap didn’t understand that she had just been given a very large clue. Tap got drunker and poured herself off the plane.
She told Malph. It was extremely difficult, but she did it and she felt better. Then she passed out. Sometime in the night, Tap woke up and heard a noise. She looked over and let her eyes adjust to the dark. Malph had his back to her and his shoulder was shaking. The noise she heard was Malph crying.
Moving day arrived and Tap packed up her half of the house and put it on a moving van and got on a plane. Connecticut met her at the airport but something just wasn’t right. They went to a friend of Connecticut’s because Connecticut hadn’t told her girlfriend yet. Tap began to get a little worried. Then Tap went to a friend’s house in Rhode Island (a real life friend who moved there, not an Internet buddy) to wait it out. Several days later, Connecticut showed up to take Tap to her new home that the now ex-girlfriend had just vacated.
The day after that, Connecticut went to work and left Tap in the house. At noon, Tap heard the door open and she turned around to face someone she had heard plenty about, but had never met. The ex. The ex said she just wanted to see what her replacement looked like and turned around and left. The day after that, Connecticut went to work and came home at noon to tell Tap that she had decided to go back to her girlfriend.
Oh.
So Tap went back to Rhode Island for a few days and then went to her sister’s house in Maryland but that didn’t seem right either. So Tap went home. To Malph. He let her come back because he loved her and she was hurting and confused and she had nowhere else to go. They tried half-heartedly to make it work but about six months later, Malph met someone else and left Tap. Today, Tap tells people only that part of the story – that Malph dumped her – because that doesn’t make her feel so bad. And it’s true, technically. Sort of.
Tap was pissed, though. How dare Malph find someone else? How could he leave Tap after all Tap had gone through? Didn’t he realize the sacrifice she had made to come back home?
Eventually, Tap moved on and found her next “true love” – the New York ex. The NYE still lived with her ex-girlfriend, even though they hadn’t been together for years. Yeah, weird. She refused to leave the ex and Tap refused to deal with that and basically they butted heads for two years.
And then Tap found Kendra. Kendra was it - she was The One. Only, it turned out that Kendra was still married. She did divorce her husband finally. She wanted to be friends with Tap but Tap was tapped out. Tap discovered that if she stopped hitting herself in the head with a hammer, her head stopped hurting. Amazing.
The moral of the story is: Everyone is a liar, whether they know it or not, even if they’re only lying to themselves. The Internet fosters tenuous connections that tend to snap when stretched.
I guess that’s two morals.
Which is two more than I had when I started.
*Wende probably thought of this phrase first
** true story
*** we are still good friends. He married the woman he dumped me for … and then divorced her. Imagine that.






I’ve seen as much in real life as people have the internet…sucks, but it’s life.
May we all find happiness………..
1995 was kind of a fucked up year. For Christmas in 1994, he bought me a modem for the computer. I remember him saying, “None of this would have happened if I hadn’t gotten you that modem!”
The modem (2400 baud) gave me the gay.
At least you know *why* you’re gay. It’s because of a modem! I still have no friggin’ idea!
Tap discovered that if she stopped hitting herself in the head with a hammer, her head stopped hurting. Amazing.
I should try that. Both for the head and the heart. *sigh*
They stopped making gay modems in ‘97 … thank God! So you should be safe to be near a computer. You might want to check your refrigerator, though. There have been several outbreaks of gay that were traced back to tainted fruit. It’s why we’re called fruity. Bet you didn’t know that
The hammer thing? Works every time.
2400 baud… you were so spoiled!
I remember using my 300 baud modem, and being able to read faster than the words were displaying on the screen. It was sort of the reading equivalent to talking with a mentally slow person… ahhh, nostalgia!
Gah! This almost reads like my life. Well, except for that married part.
Got a computer (first one) April of 2001… put it in my recently purchased (first one) house.
Had AOHell…
Eventually found gay.com.
Met a woman from Chicago and “talked” constantly.
My arms tingled when I typed.
Graduated to the phone.
Visited.
Visited more.
I always visited; she never did.
Made a decision to try to transfer (job) and move to Chicago.
Everything happened so fast that I took it all as positive signs.
Got the transfer, got a property management company to find a renter for my home, packed up the truck and moved to Chicago-y…
While driving through Missouri, couldn’t get ahold of Chicago woman. Was told that she was “busy” and couldn’t get to the phone. Freaked me out. (Later, I found out that she was on a drunken bender which turned out to be who she really was… that and not really divorced but separated from her husband… with two kids… and her mom and sister moved in to a condo downstairs from her the week I moved in.)
All of my stuff was kept in the garage.
Lasted (barely) a year until she finally went on one too many benders, with her kids in the car and her refusal to get a job and contribute while I was paying for everything; I’d had enough.
Moved out.
Now stuck in Chicago and not really liking it.
Kept talking to another “friend” on that same website whom I’d “known” for two years.
Ended up getting together with her (and her three children) as they came to Chicago (from Dallas) to live/be with me.
Scared at how similar the scene was but it seemed to work out okay albeit with lots of “firsts” happening considering I’d never had kids before.
Four years later…
Had a major break-up a couple of months ago, terrible, told you about it, but have since gotten back together.
Life’s a crapshoot and a huge risk.
I’m still glad I took the risks and lived my life versus always wondering what might have happened.
The internet was a trippy way to meet and “be” with someone. My true, real friends have always supported me and been there when life has thrown me a curveball.
Now I’m totally leery but still feel that I’m a pretty good judge of character. I now know better that… you don’t really “know” someone if you don’t spend time with them daily, face to face, and that, even if you do, you still don’t really “know” them.
I now stay out of chatrooms and instead blog.
It’s a safer distance but still an interaction of “sharing” and “meeting” people.
I am more outgoing, in real life, than ever because of the experiences I’ve had.
Sometimes I miss Chicago, the city, not the situation, and think of it fondly.
I do agree with you that liars are, well, liars… and the internet allows liars and their games to perpetuate their fraud.
But you learn, eh?
If you are ever in ABQ, you are always welcome to hang with us.
Speaking as someone who also has a penchant for female versions, I hear ya.
Women… ya know?
I think you’re amazing. Just don’t go getting all big headed now I said that – geez you do get carried away!
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Seriously, you’ve been through more than most and come out the other side, secure in who you are, what you want, and a damn good friend too. Even if you do email me about ND not making that top 25 list – bitch!
Big hugs my friend
LOL Stuck, yeah, those were the days. I had it good! I’m surprised that your modem didn’t give you the gay, too. You’re lucky
Life’s a crapshoot and a huge risk. Natalie, that is so true … but the payoff can be fantastic. I’m sure there’s someone out there who is just waiting to adore me.
RW … yeah, women. I hear ya
Penelope, thanks
I do know what I want now … it’s just a matter of finding it and then letting it happen.
Oh Lordy, you don’t have to hit ME with a hammer.
It fucking hurt, didn’t it?
I ain’t perfect either, My lkife is not perfectly planned out ordered planned out. How else could I be on my 4th marriage? Lot of turmoil I’ve been through, too, I tell ya.
But I just don’t understand leaving someone for someone else and also?
I have never stepped in between two people. I have never done that to my worst enemy. I can’t really say it’s because I’m so wonderful and altruistic or whatever. Mainly because, I don’t want a fucking cheater. I would EXPECT him to cheat. No thanks.
Annie, about the hammer thing: I guess I’m just hard headed.
I don’t think you can step between two people unless one of them allows it. That still doesn’t make it right, but … it’s not always all on the stepper-betweener. Live and learn, I guess.
Thanks very much for sharing this part of your — I mean HER life. It struck an all too familiar chord.
Also, although you may be right that everyone is a liar, sometimes lying isn’t so bad…
hugs to you, cap.
I .. um .. TAP … will never forget the sound of her ex-husband crying in the dark. I .. er, TAP .. regrets that part. The rest of it? Well, it got me … HER … to this point. And it’s a pretty good place to be
Oh no, I agree that it’s NOT just the “stepper-betweener”. But I would never be that person. I don’t want three people in a relationship. I want undivided attention, from the start, a fresh start. It doesn’t interest me to watch someone have to clean up their mess.
It’s…messy.