A/n- hey guys, sorry for the really short chapter. I kind of took one chapter and divided it in half. Please excuse all the spelling mistakes and missing words, my ms word is messed up, and I'm a sloppy typer. I just want to add a litle 'disclaimer' I do not own the gilmore girls, however I do own the twins. Kingston is a real city in New York State, however, all the places I talk about are generally made up (e.g. charlie's).

On to my next topic: in the Iming pat of this chapt. The stuff in italics is the actual im, but the stuff in brackets that is not in italics, is lorelai's commentary. Sorry for the long rant. And now I shall begin:

Loelai's Computer

9:03 pm

As I had suspected, there was something waiting for me in my inbox. I eagerlyclicked on it, and started to read:

Dear coffeebean (a.k.a me)

I miss you, even though I nevermet you, and can't wait to meet you. Moving here to Kingston and knowing that I may see you anywhere, has made me feel all happy and tingly (aw, I have a lover). I don't remember being this madly in love for…well…a very long time (ok…). I will be online tonight at about…let's see…your daughter goes on assignment tomorrow, right? So she'll be in bed by 8:45, since your grandchildren (yes I am going to call them that) (scruffyface and I have had a long going 'discussion over how to reffer to my offspring) went to bed at 8:30 (wow, he knew me well). Well, if you get this before 9, I will be online between 9:05 and 10:15.

Love always,

Scruffyface

I quickly glanced at my watch: 9:06. I immediately logged on to DMS (dating messenger service), and began a conversation with scruffyface: (a/n –sf means scruffyface, and cb means coffeebean)

Sf: hey

Cb: hi, how are you? Ow's the new place?

Sf: good. Big. Bigger than my old place.

Cb: I know when I first moved in to my old house, everything had seemed so big compared to the little room that I had lived in

Sf:Now that I'm settled in, when will I finally get to meet you?

Cb: Let's see…I have a meeting tomorrow at noon, can you meet me for a late lunch? Do you know where Charlie's is?

Sf: Yeah, I know where it is. One sound good?

Cb: one's fine. But, how will we recognize each other?

Sf: I don't know. We'll probably just know.

Cb: I know! Wear a rose on your lapel!

Sf: What! I don't think so. Plus, what kind of wordis lapel?

Cb:Please? We'll be like Roz Russell and Ava Gardner on Fifth Avenue.

Sf:'sigh' fine.

Cb: ooh, that just reminded me of a hilariuos story, when me and my daughter went window shopping.Please! It invovles my mother! (when Christopher and I broke up, it resulted ww3½ with my mother. We have never really made up since then, and were now on a first name basis. I loved to mock her to scruffyface)

Sf:ok, but then I get to tall you a funny story

Scruffyface and I spent the rest of the night (and some of the morning) exchanging funny stories of our past. At 3:00, scruffyface had to go to bed, but that was ok, because Rory got up at 3:15. Lately I was never alone.