Disclaimer: See the (massive) Disclaimer from Sincerely Kurt Part One.

One

"I don't speak on the phone very often." He said, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

She however, was feeling brave, though this was probably due to the glasses of wine she'd had with dinner. "I don't see why not, you have a very nice voice."

He could feel himself turning red. "Thank you."

It was the first time the two had ever spoken with each other on the phone. They had been corresponding through e mail for months, and what started off as a nervous and uncertain venture had now turned into a wonderful friendship. It seemed that Kurt's daily e-mails were all that Ami looked forward to these days, which delighted, yet scared her. The fact was, that she had done exactly what she was so set against, and had fallen in love with this man that she'd never even met.

"Tanya, I want to meet him," she later told her roommate. "He's just so perfect! We talked for hours! Oh and his voice!"

Tanya couldn't help but laugh. "Dear God girl, I haven't seen you this giddy since… well since high school. You weren't even this giddy when you met Jon!"

"Ugh, and why should I have been? I spent entirely too much time with that brainless rock, the smartest thing I ever did was break up with him."

"Yes well, if you could only get him to see this fact then we'd all be a lot happier."

Ami sighed. Since the breakup Jon had been calling for her, e-mailing her, sending her presents, showing up, doing everything he could think of to win her back. At first it was simply annoying but after his last visit the girls were starting to get a little frightened. Ami had actually looked into getting a restraining order after Jon showed up in the middle of the night banging on the door and screaming at the top of his lungs. It turned out he was very drunk and it took their neighbor coming outside with a shotgun to run him off.

"I'm sorry," Tanya said. "I didn't mean to bring him up. After all, this is your night, the night you finally got to talk to your mystery man."

The mention of Kurt sent Ami back into giggles.

"So, did you two plan to meet each other?"

"No, but I didn't exactly bring it up. I've hinted about it in e-mails but he's never really responded to the idea. I'm almost afraid he doesn't want to meet me."

"I'd be more afraid he's some fat old man, or worse yet, a fat old woman!" Tanya teased. "I mean, he hasn't sent you a picture of himself has he?"

"Well no… but he said he doesn't have any."

"Ami, who doesn't have pictures of themselves?"

"Really ugly people?" Nicole asked, popping her head in the doorway.

"Nicole!" Tanya yelled, throwing a pillow in her direction. "Quit being a bitch!"

"What?" She bounced into the room and flopped down on the bed next to Ami. "I'm just trying to help our little lovebird here explore all the possibilities. It's important to be prepared for the worst."

"You are absolutely terrible."

"No, it's okay," Ami said. "She's right, I should be prepared for the worst. At least, that's what my head tells me… but my heart is telling me something completely different." She laughed. "That's always the way isn't it? And in the end you always end up wishing you'd followed your head."

"Not necessarily," Tanya said. "I say, if you want to meet this guy then meet him. And if he doesn't want to meet you for some bizarre reason then find out why, find out where he lives, and beat the shit out of him for being an idiot. Just… be careful, y'know. I can't tell you how many things I've read about girls being abducted by guys they met online."

Ami laughed again. "I think I'll be fine. But you know what? You're right. I'm going to e-mail him tonight and he's either going to agree to meet me, or tell me why he won't. Either way I'll be a step closer to finding out if he really is my dream man."

"And hey, if you find out he's really an asshole in disguise, then I can more than likely figure out where he lives," Nicole said. "For completely honorable reasons of course, I'm not saying we should key his car or put flaming poo on his doorstep or anything."

The other girls simply stared at Nicole.

"What? I'm just giving options here!"

"Well… thank you for those options… I guess. But I think I'll work this out my way if you don't mind. Now I'm going to go type that e mail now."