The Blue Note (ebook)

Argumento de The Blue Note (ebook)

THE BLUE NOTE is an indiscreet book about a discreet subject. It is a love and sex story that takes place both in the virtual world and in the real world. The computer screen is the mediating interface, the ?door of perception,? through which our heroine and hero speak of love and, step by step, achieve sexual union. They discover and exploit the intense eroticism provided by the anonymity of electronics, a phenomenon of current technology that is causing a total upheaval in the way the sexes meet and merge. THE BLUE NOTE is orchestrated like a piece of music. It starts out as a melodic ornament Appoggiature and gradually ascends from Pianissimo to Fortissimo, echoing the development of this harmonic romance. Our heroine is gradually but deeply seduced into levels of intimacy, her paramour using the subtlety of the distance and yet the immediacy of the electronic medium to lead her into a web of unusual pleasures. She marvels at how skillfully and poetically he manipulates the digital medium to combine the realms of eroticism and love.

I provided great detail as to where we had met and myself, really thinking he would have forgotten me and was expecting no response. And yet . . . ?What a pleasure, Liz, to find you again so fast! I was very sorry for your sudden departure from [ . . . ]. One does not come across every day an expert on Cicero, Lao Tse, Cervantes and Giraudoux! Do not worry, I believe in your sincerity concerning your language skills. I do look forward to hearing from you soon. Yours, all, dear. FB? The obviously ?excited? playful tone, the last words and also the fact of receiving a response so promptly, seduced me in every sense of the word. So maybe . . . I felt immediately comfortable and confident writing to him. I spoke of myself at greater depth. But the email exchanges quickly took a turn that I didn?t prefigure but that I devilishly liked. ?But for pity?s sake, do not depreciate yourself! You were the only one everyone was looking at [ . . . ]. I hope you perceived it. FB? Because of my background ? mixed blood of Sicilian aristocracy, Gypsy, and Viking ? I am somewhat proud and like to practice the art of repartee with some mordancy. Spurred by the ?Do not depreciate yourself? I was looking for a way to convince him otherwise. Unfortunately, however sophisticated the computer may be, it is an imperfect tool. A computer screen reflects thought using a code. It lacks the real depth that only the eyes and the expression may illustrate. The look . . . So the idea came to me to replace my words with a vivid picture of myself. My face, reflecting my assurance and self-confidence, was intended to counter ?depreciation?. The photo I sent was taken right after an extreme emotional shock, the sort of shock that transforms your life and your vision of other human beings. My look in the picture expressed so well what I thought then, ?I will survive. I?m stronger and more determined. No one can destroy me.? But I ignored the details of the cut of the dress I was wearing, which revealed my cleavage and enhanced my chest. I sent the photo in response to the first part of his text. The second part of his text also stung me, but I was not unresponsive to it and so much more tolerant. I realized recently that this black dress definitely has an history since I had purchased it in response to my current lover when he used the word ?provocative? to describe the choice of my clothes, stockings and tights. We were in the middle of a chic restaurant, when I slowly and emphatically took off my jacket revealing my cleavage. As I observed his incredulous and ecstatic look at my breasts I dropped, ?This is provocation!? A fewer hours later my computer screen shows . . . ?In fact, you deserve photography, and black (and white) suits you so well! You, in words and images, please! Yours, all. FB? I am very sensitive to subtle language and his play on words won me over as I was wearing a black dress in a black and white picture. This art of verbal finesse thrills me fully. I had doubts about the final formulation though ? politeness overused or something special just for me. Then . . . ?I never get tired of contemplating you.? The written compliment has an impact far more potent that the oral compliment, which, as said in cliché, flies away. The written compliment can be read and reread, sipped and savored. It confirms its presence, ?But yes, he really said that to me.? While I am used to being courted, and actually it is a game I?ve mastered ? it is not that I mean to brag, it is just the way it is ? this was the first time that I had ever been approached via a virtual medium. An immediate response was somehow required, but it was all so abstract. Although the writing was titillating, it was really basically platonic because the looks and gestures that express explicit sexual interest could not be employed. Sexual interest demonstrated . . . ?The insolence of your look immediately conquered me. Not just your look, but that you returned my stare shamelessly. Also, your poise, posture, and sense of self struck me. For pity?s sake ? Please, please ? in your next email, send a head-to-toe photograph. Keep in touch very quickly. FB? I had proved my point. He recognized my true temperament, which was quite far from ?depreciation?. However, I began to be surprised by the extremely accurate insights he was revealing about my personality. He was so certain and I knew he was right. And this after only a week of correspondence. In my opinion, he is a very bright man and has a very refined mind. On top of that he was very intuitive and his intuitions about me were amazing. No doubt, this can all be explained by the fact that he was a talented artist with a heightened sensitivity. And in spite of myself, docility not actually being one of my characteristics, except with him as I now realize, I considered his request for a full body photo very seriously. ?I can understand the euphoria you experience when you stretch and see your own image in the mirror, an experience shared by very few. By the way, why me, who, unlike you, doubts himself? You?ll respond to me again, won?t you?? And I responded . . . ?What is it in life that defines an encounter? An exchange of glances? An unspeakable attraction? Multiple answers, but it is wholly mysterious. And it?s blissful. Why you? First, you must know that when I spoke of nobility, what I meant is that for me money, power, fame, neither alienate nor impress me. I love my freedom. I like to agree with myself. I expect nothing. I am seeking nothing. My life is difficult but, unlike many, I feel it is under my control. I don?t owe anyone anything and I have respect for myself. A man can touch me only if he touches me. And it matters only that he is the best in my eyes, not in society?s eyes. My values are not shared, especially by the majority of women. What have I seen in you? Difficult to define, but still something. You know I do not cheat. I like sharing. I love harmony. Did I feel similarities between us? I barely know you! I liked your delicate insistence. Did I respond satisfactorily to your question? Liz.? ?Ideally. We?ll change nothing and pursue the exchange. Will you, Liz??0