Dial tone. Dialing. "Bing... Bong... Bing... You've got mail." Oh what glorious words those were!
The first few were from my mom. Then I found friends. Then I found advertisements, newsletters, and ultimately spam. Then a boyfriend.
But those three small words would just make my heart leap into my throat with anticipation. I would check it at all times of the day. I'd check it at 2:30 am when I returned home from waitressing. I would check it again at 3:00 just to make sure I didn't miss anything before I went to sleep. Then, when I woke up, I'd connect again to see if I missed anything during the last few hours while I was sleeping.
It was always such a letdown when "You've got mail" wasn't said at all because that meant no one loved me. Such a swing of emotions over this new technology.