Author's Note: I just discovered that font and color do not show up on . So, email's will not be Capitals. For chats, Porcalain will be underlined, LadyLochness will be bold, PermanentVisitor will be shadow, The Infuriator will be a smaller font.

Okay, apparently that does not work either. So, email's will not be Bold Italics. For chats, Porcalain will be underlined, LadyLochness will be italics underlined, PermanentVisitor will be bold, The Infuriator will be bold underlined.

Chapter One

Clark sat nervously at the computer. He had just logged into his new account. What if he did not have any matches, what if he was too incompatible? He and Chloe had exchanged screen names to avoid awkwardness incase they ended up matching and then revealed something personal that they would not want anybody to know. She had helped him set up his screename. His screename was PermanentVisitor. Hers was Lady Lochness. So, if that was who he got, he would know not to click on it. But what if she was his only match, or what if he did not get any? Stop being such a chick, Clark. Finally, he looked at the page. He breathed a sigh of relief. For all he knew, they could be psychopaths, but it was still better than nobody. He actually had a good amount of matches, seventeen to be exact. Each one had a small description in their profile, like he had put in his. He started reading.

ChemChic: I like science and cooking. I am pretty shy, which might explain why I am single, but I am really nice once you get to know me.

She had potential.

DancerGirl: I am flexible and outgoing, but I also enjoy quiet evenings at home.

Nothing really caught his eye about her.

AppleGirl: I am very much the small-town girl-next-door who makes apple pies just like your mothers. Not exactly the sexy party girl that guys fall all over themselves for, but what can I say, I am old fashioned and just looking for somebody to love.

Also a nice candidate.

Porcelain: I am a good listener, and could use somebody with that same skill. I am really just looking for a friend. We all feel alone sometimes.

He could certainly relate to that.

After reading all of the responses, I picked three girls to write to, ChemChic, AppleGirl, and Porcelain. They seemed the most like people he thought he could have a connection with. He started with Chemchic.

ChemChic,

Hi. I am rather new at this sort of thing, and, to be honest, I feel a little awkward, but I am also into science, more astronomy than chemistry, but still, and you sound pretty nice. Maybe we could talk sometime.

PermanentVisitor

AppleGirl,

There is nothing wrong with down home values, especially in a small town. I live on a farm, and was raised to believe in the very values you mentioned, though I doubt your apple pie could hold a candle to my mothers. Still, I would be interested in getting to know you. Please write back.

PermanentVisitor.

He was just about to write a response to Porcelain when her profile lit up. That meant she was online, open to chat with him. Clark was definitely not the chatting type, but she would know he was online, and would probably take it as a snub if he did not say something.

Hi.

He started, and then realized that that sounded lame.

I, uh, I was just about to respond o you. I am PermanentVisitor, we got matched up.

He waited

So I see.

Hi. I know I already wrote that. I am not too good at talking to girls. Or, anybody really.

You're the shy type?

I guess that would be a way of putting it. It sounds better than chicken.

We all have problems expressing ourselves, one way or another. It does not say anything bad about you. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

Well, so far I like you.

Well that makes one of us.

Ouch.

No, I didn't mean…what I meant was, I don't like myself so much right now.

Why?

Nothing major. Just a classic case of overachievers' syndrome. You over schedule yourself, assume too many responsibilities than are humanly possible, and then get disappointed with yourself because you cannot do them all.

Looks like I'm not the only one who is too hard on themselves.

I guess not. I have to go. I am sorry, but it has been nice chatting with you.

Surprisingly, the feeling is mutual. Maybe this computer meet and greet isn't so lame after all.

The two of them logged off. I was surprised by how free he had felt. Not seeing who he was talking to, knowing they did not know who he was, and never had to, was very freeing. He could be anybody. In fact, he could be the one thing he had always wanted to be, but never felt comfortable being. He could be himself.