Well being an IT student I guess I'm gonna be on the tap for life. My ex-girlfriend however, she was just sad. 72.3 /- hours per week spent online (according to the modem log), all in chat rooms.

I spend time surfin, studying and the occasional message board. Chat rooms?

Booooring.

She had time for work, chat, sleep. Nothing else.

We'd go out on saturday night and half way thru dinner "I feel sick." Goodbye dancing, movie,play, pub crawling whatever else I had suggested. We gotta go home so she can sit in the john for 10 minutes and then tickle the keyboard till dawn.

Not too long after Dinner out flu started, she decided she was going to start smoking again. Not a problem as I was a full pack a day guy and this just meant I could now smoke in the house, if I wanted. Usually though I didn't unless the fans were blowing out the trailer since Pomeranians are quite sensitive to respiratory irritants. I would sometimes two or three times a week come into the den late at night for the pack of cigarettes and catch her with the dreaded cybersex syndrome "Sticky Keyboardis."

I didn't think too much of this since I trusted her, I just put a towel in the chair.

Friday night, she had a standing chat party there on MSN, so that's no good.

Sunday, I had to be at work at 5:30 am on monday morning so I was asleep in bed by 9. She'd come in around 3-4 and be at work (usually) by 9. Three times I'd get home and have messages from her boss on the phone hoping she felt better and wanting her to call if she couldn't make it into work tomorrow either.

One time the steam line in the hosiery mill I worked at blew and I got home really early. Her boss called and asked how Angie was doing. I said I guess she was fine she seemed really chipper that morning.

"Oh, that's right todays the day her friend gets in from Chicago isn't it."
"Uhhhhh, yeah."

Friend from Chicago. Cool.

When I asked her about it she said she was at work all day. Of course it didn't help that her make up was fresh, she normally never carried her makeup to work with her.

About a year later, when I asked if we could afford for me to get Rhinoplasty done to reduce my snoring so I could start sleeping in the same bed with her again, she said the reason you're not sleeping with me is that I don't feel like we're boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. I said well maybe if we had a second computer and phone line maybe she'd talk to me once in a while.

She stated she dosen't need, want, or have a boyfriend. I asked her when did she want me to move? She said not right away. She told me a week later that she still loved me. I just smiled at her.

But I tell ya, that day when I cleaned the house, packed my isht and moved three weeks later she had the strangest look of surprise on her face.

I'll miss her doggies though. I got a picture of them I can't look at to this day without crying. They were good doggies, and for a long while my only emotional contact.

My life is better now. I doubt hers is, she still don't think she has a problem.

Well that's my story about internet addiction.

Goodnight Pom_Pak4 whoever you are.