where art thou Lobster?

I couldn't sleep last night thinking of him.

How blasé it had been when we were introduced over som tam and spring rolls on that rainy September evening.  Even his hurling half of the Thai thako + ice cream on my dessert plate had been (funny but) uneventful despite his pointing out the obvious that I "barely ate anything..."  How can I now claim to be nonchalant to the dragonflies the size of espresso cups circling my tummy?  Hey attraction is always a funny thing.  But the few and far between interactions that came afterwards struck me and constant chat conversations have me hooked.  I can't imagine how strongly this connection would stick stuck.  

Unlike the initial September meeting, now & then, I 'chance' upon him online. It has taken flight with the blink of an eye and has grown into a regular exchange of laughter and insight against the backdrop of GREENery (his).  

Between then and now, I find that my thoughts fly to him.  I've grown to accept loneliness- and to some extent actively choose it over useless company.  Now I am beginning to notice the unfortunate aspects of being the singleton again.  His sudden addition into my life fills me with elation and I am transported into a  relaxed place.  Talking to him makes me want him.  Closer.  Yet the conversations end fast, quickly becoming air- an environment wherein I must thrive.  

How I wonder at night before I drift off if it's just me aware of this obvious connection.  I haven't felt this physical longing in quite a while- wanting to be with someone always there, 24/7 access.  I was telling my best K twas a good thing he&I had a time zone separate us otherwise I'd jump into bed with him.  In a heartbeat.  Funny I didn't see it while he was around but how it's painstakingly clear now that he's nowhere near the periphery.