Sexless In The City
September 26th 2007 05:35
So there’s this guy, who is just spectacular.
He’s charming, funny, articulate…all the things any girl could ask for in a man - there’s just one small problem…
I’ve never met him.
No. He’s not some dreamt up, fantastical illusion I store in my heart. He’s real. A flesh and blood man, who exists….I’ve just never laid eyes on him.
I found him on the internet.
Actually, he found me, but that’s just semantics.
The worrying thing, the absolute worst thing, is….I think he might be “the one”.
Am I fucking insane?
THAT is the first time I’ve said that out loud, or written it - EVER!
And I feel, sometimes, but not always, but certainly with him - like I am losing my mind.
And I have a good mind, a great one actually. I’m a smart, sassy woman who maddeningly believes somewhere within herself in the possibility of “happily-ever-after”.
I digress….
Me?
I’m 31, almost 32.
Divorced. From a divorced family.
I have one child - a three year old daughter who is the light of my life.
So I lived overseas for almost ten years. I arrived home older, fatter, with a broken marriage behind me and a little girl who is possibly the most magnificent thing I’ve ever done.
Family horrified. And rightfully so.
I have been beyond stubborn and impulsive my entire life.
My short-lived marriage was just another off-key note in the fucked up symphony of my life.
So I arrive back in Australia with nothing but my child and two suitcases. Somehow carrying ten years of my life inside - how little I amount to!
And I catch up with friends, old friends, good friends - the most wonderful kind of friends. Those that never age or falter or grow away from you.
And one of my friends, Gabe, is waxing lyrical about his online antics on a sex site.
YES! A Sex Site! A place people go to meet someone for sex!!!
So Gabe, dear, introverted, lovable Gabe is having a whale of a time at swingers parties and meeting women and and and……..Gabe, IS GETTING LAID!
I laughed at first. A part of me repulsed at the idea of such a site.
Me? Jo? A girl who’s had 9 lovers in my entire life/
The girl who’s never kissed anyone she’s never slept with.
The girl who has never, NEVER let a man go……..DOWN THERE.
EVER!
So being repulsed was justifiable right?
Except there was a part of me that was curious. Intrigued. Excited?
GOD! Excited??????
Jo who hasn’t had sex since she was 5 months pregnant because the man she married had been the least sexual human being she’d ever met!
Almost 4 years without sex.
Intimacy. Intercourse.
And don’t mistake my lack of quantity in the bedroom with a low sex drive.
On the contrary!!
But my God. Sex has to mean something to me. I have to care and be cared about to give of myself to another.
So already I’m a contradiction!
I should have known it would be a disaster - but without much forethought I joined the sex site.
(Applause from the bleechers!)
Sexless, suddenly single Jo was going to get laid and have fun trying! Yipee!
There was an allure to casual, meaningless sex - I felt excitement at the prospect.
So, I put up a profile, got myself the shortest membership and I away I went…
And I got a huge response. But unfortunately, most left me fairly cold.
Since when was “Hi, you’re hot, wanna meet and fuck?” a good way to get a positive response from a woman?
But really, what was I expecting?
To be wined and dined first? I was on a sex site for godsake!
And whatever happened to spell check people???????
I did wonder if I was the only human being on the site who could spell for a while!
In two weeks, I had over 300 emails. 300! And not one potential hopeful. I found myself sitting at my computer, late at night, sighing defeatedly.
This online sex thing was clearly NOT for me.
Who the hell did I think I was anyway? Searching for substance, some sort of connection? When really, cock size, width and personal stamina should have been my only concern!
And then one day, it happened.
An email.
A GOOD email.
AND he could spell! (Tick!)
Excellent sentence structure and punctuation. (Tick, Tick!)
I even laughed out loud at something he’d written. (Tick, Tick, Tick!)
With a smile plastered to my face, I responded.
Witty, brilliant, articulate?
Maybe. But perhaps not.
Truthful? Yes.
And so the tale begins.
Boy finds girl on a sex site.
Destiny Dot Com?
Stranger things have happened!
And this continuous, wonderful flow of well written, articulate, witty dialogue continued.
He seemed to like me.
REALLY like me.
And my words!
Which somehow, was important to me. I am a writer after all, words are my thing!
And on top of all of his own lovely verbage - he had an equally impressive package!
(gasps!)
Who the hell had I become?
I mean REALLY!!!
Desperate, slightly damaged, fat-ish girl, just separated with small child - seeking…sex? Care? Fun? Respect? Love?
(Silence from the bleechers!)
I.D.I.O.T.
He and I got so caught up in our odd little online dance and I felt my heart thumping reading his emails. I laughed out loud many times. I felt warm because of him.
And then, we spoke on the phone.
I know! Progress!
He wanted to make sure I wasn’t some obese smelly man, fucking with his mind.
(I’m not that clever!)
And his voice?
Oh my…
Amazing.
The tone, beautiful! Articulate, rich, captivating…
And his laugh?
Well, lets just say - his laugh stopped my breath, for a second or two.
I think that is the exact moment I lost my mind actually.
When I heard him laugh the first time.
I was falling for this guy.
And he still seemed to like me.
REALLY like me.
I felt insane. Like I was tempting fate - pushing the boundaries of sanity. Taunting my in-built self destruct button.
What the fuck was I doing???
I was getting laid!!
Except I wasn’t.
And I like him.
His words, his voice, his laugh. Everything!
And then he wanted to meet me.
MEET ME?????????
OH…MY….GOD.
Suddenly I’m paralysed by fear.
Too soon after my marriage ended?
It felt too much like the beginnings of something beautiful instead of just a casual shag!
I felt raw. Vulnerable.
I didn’t like feeling like that! AT ALL!
And….he LIKED ME!!!
Me? Damaged, separated, single parent, who had fucked up her life brilliantly and single-handedly.
Why would he like me?
Why????
So we don’t meet.
And thus begins our tango.
He pulls me in.
I push.
I miss him.
So I pull him back in.
And he pushes.
Ludicrous?
YES!
But this mad, impervious, ridiculous behaviour goes on for months.
MONTHS!!!
So we keep up this odd little dance and share pieces and parts of our lives with one another.
My friends think I’m a fucking lunatic. Gabe (Mr Original Sex Site Man) laughs at me.
“Jo? You weren’t meant to fall in love, you were meant to get laid!”
INDEED!
But fall for him, I did.
I never meant to. I never even knew it was happening until it was too late!
And what is the allure of online love anyway??? The romanticism? The detachment from reality? The fact that it’s easy to fall for a guy when you’re not doing his laundry and yelling at him for leaving the toilet seat up??
I mean really!!!
I have, and continue to question my sanity - or lack of it.
But I LIKE him.
He’s clever and witty and passionate and very, very funny. He’s handsome, older, a journalist. Everything, EVERYTHING my dream guy would be if I had written “the” list.
But I met him on a sex site.
And don’t think this irony or ridiculousness has escaped him!
He thinks I’m insane too.
He thinks we’re both insane.
But there is a whispering within me that believes, and has always believed that my real true ever love would not be found in a conventional way. That I would love him for the intangible qualities - his mind. Not his looks, or the car he drove.
I’ve always sought out depth, passion, intelligence, substance. The physical mattered little to me.
I was on an eternal quest for the heart and mind of the man I knew and had carried within me since girlhood.
A dream?
Maybe.
Could he have been sex site guy?
Found online?
Weird beyond words, I know!
And how does one explain this to family exactly????
But I feel like I know him. HAVE known him before. There is recollection that resonates within me.
And fear!
My god!
All I want to do is ravish him.
Get on all fours for him, live impulsively and freely. And then just let the relationship grow or end as it’s meant to.
But I couldn’t.
I was a mother now.
Fatter now.
Less certain of life.
And myself.
And he was frustrated with me! He put pressure on for us to meet, gave ultimatums, struck me from his life…..
To only return to me after a day or two, missing me, and me, him.
So, I was in fact, having a stormy, passionate non-relationship/relationship with a man I’d never met, but strangely knew.
I was lost.
Found.
Insane.
So months after we first started emailing, we progressed to phone calls and texting - and emails as a back up.
We are in different states and having sassy, new-age relationship, one that saves the effort and distraction of actually meeting!
And when we’re kind to each other and just exist in this way - everything is brilliant!
But, one or the other of us lets frustration and doubt creep in, the feeling of foreboding that somehow this sassy, new-age, non-meeting relationship could, in fact, go on forever via text and phone and we’d grow to never feel the impulse to actually meet.
And we’d fight.
Passionately.
End everything.
And then we’d miss each other.
Apologise.
Make up.
And go back to incredibly un-healthy, ridiculous, non-relationship/relationship.
So somewhere in the midst of all of this love/hate, need/want stuff - is his birthday!
We have discussed and made a date (cancelled and re-booked several times) to meet on MY birthday in December.
But for HIS birthday - what does an unseen partner do???
So I call him at 6.10am and leave him deliciously lovely voicemail message hoping I’m the first to wish him a Happy Birthday!
He calls at 8am - completely chuffed and telling me how fucking lovely I am!
(Tick!)
I also send him an e-card.
I know, I know, the epitome of tackiness, but we did meet online after all!
Lovely e-card sent!
He likes.
A lot.
(Tick, Tick!)
He calls in the evening (on his way to dinner with his EX!) and thanks me for thinking of him. He has that tenderness to his voice that makes my solar plexus heave in orgasmic delight!
“You, are absolutely lovely”
Of course I’m fucking lovey! AND future mother of your children!!!!!
(Gag me….please!)
I had also sent a bouquet of sunflowers to his office.
Poofy?
The actions of a stalker?
Fuck, I hope not.
Sunflowers are my favourite flowers, I call them “happiness” flowers and this he knows, because we’ve had this discussion before.
The message on the card would be harder.
“I love you?”
I think not!
“I’m fat and don’t want you to see me yet and I love you?”
Nope.
So I go for safe and certain non-stalker words.
Bill,
I just wanted to send you some “happiness” on your birthday!
For now unseen, but not unknown.
Happy Birthday!
Jo.
Nice?
Oui!
Except the second I confirmed the order I was afraid he’d think me too forward. Too stalker-ish!
I’ve never sent a man flowers before - EVER!
Except, I wanted to do something nice for him, to show him that I cared about him, without being extravagant or over the top for two idiots who’ve never met.
He left his office early for birthday festivities and dinner with this ex (ahem!). So I knew he mustn’t have received them on the day.
“Oh well, he’ll have a nice surprise when he gets to work tomorrow” I thought as I climbed into bed.
And he did.
He called.
He thinks I’m lovely.
SHAZAM!
So, I remain his unseen partner - for now.
And we continue our odd dance in this non-relationship/relationship.
And for now, my heart is swollen with sentiment and feeling for him…
And besides, we WILL meet.
We have a confirmed date in December for my birthday for the entire weekend together!
Best get on the bloody treadmill - the countdown is ON!
He’s charming, funny, articulate…all the things any girl could ask for in a man - there’s just one small problem…
I’ve never met him.
No. He’s not some dreamt up, fantastical illusion I store in my heart. He’s real. A flesh and blood man, who exists….I’ve just never laid eyes on him.
I found him on the internet.
Actually, he found me, but that’s just semantics.
The worrying thing, the absolute worst thing, is….I think he might be “the one”.
Am I fucking insane?
THAT is the first time I’ve said that out loud, or written it - EVER!
And I feel, sometimes, but not always, but certainly with him - like I am losing my mind.
And I have a good mind, a great one actually. I’m a smart, sassy woman who maddeningly believes somewhere within herself in the possibility of “happily-ever-after”.
I digress….
Me?
I’m 31, almost 32.
Divorced. From a divorced family.
I have one child - a three year old daughter who is the light of my life.
So I lived overseas for almost ten years. I arrived home older, fatter, with a broken marriage behind me and a little girl who is possibly the most magnificent thing I’ve ever done.
Family horrified. And rightfully so.
I have been beyond stubborn and impulsive my entire life.
My short-lived marriage was just another off-key note in the fucked up symphony of my life.
So I arrive back in Australia with nothing but my child and two suitcases. Somehow carrying ten years of my life inside - how little I amount to!
And I catch up with friends, old friends, good friends - the most wonderful kind of friends. Those that never age or falter or grow away from you.
YES! A Sex Site! A place people go to meet someone for sex!!!
So Gabe, dear, introverted, lovable Gabe is having a whale of a time at swingers parties and meeting women and and and……..Gabe, IS GETTING LAID!
I laughed at first. A part of me repulsed at the idea of such a site.
Me? Jo? A girl who’s had 9 lovers in my entire life/
The girl who’s never kissed anyone she’s never slept with.
The girl who has never, NEVER let a man go……..DOWN THERE.
EVER!
So being repulsed was justifiable right?
Except there was a part of me that was curious. Intrigued. Excited?
GOD! Excited??????
Jo who hasn’t had sex since she was 5 months pregnant because the man she married had been the least sexual human being she’d ever met!
Almost 4 years without sex.
Intimacy. Intercourse.
And don’t mistake my lack of quantity in the bedroom with a low sex drive.
On the contrary!!
But my God. Sex has to mean something to me. I have to care and be cared about to give of myself to another.
So already I’m a contradiction!
I should have known it would be a disaster - but without much forethought I joined the sex site.
(Applause from the bleechers!)
Sexless, suddenly single Jo was going to get laid and have fun trying! Yipee!
There was an allure to casual, meaningless sex - I felt excitement at the prospect.
So, I put up a profile, got myself the shortest membership and I away I went…
And I got a huge response. But unfortunately, most left me fairly cold.
Since when was “Hi, you’re hot, wanna meet and fuck?” a good way to get a positive response from a woman?
But really, what was I expecting?
To be wined and dined first? I was on a sex site for godsake!
And whatever happened to spell check people???????
I did wonder if I was the only human being on the site who could spell for a while!
In two weeks, I had over 300 emails. 300! And not one potential hopeful. I found myself sitting at my computer, late at night, sighing defeatedly.
This online sex thing was clearly NOT for me.
Who the hell did I think I was anyway? Searching for substance, some sort of connection? When really, cock size, width and personal stamina should have been my only concern!
And then one day, it happened.
An email.
A GOOD email.
AND he could spell! (Tick!)
Excellent sentence structure and punctuation. (Tick, Tick!)
I even laughed out loud at something he’d written. (Tick, Tick, Tick!)
With a smile plastered to my face, I responded.
Witty, brilliant, articulate?
Maybe. But perhaps not.
Truthful? Yes.
And so the tale begins.
Boy finds girl on a sex site.
Destiny Dot Com?
Stranger things have happened!
And this continuous, wonderful flow of well written, articulate, witty dialogue continued.
He seemed to like me.
REALLY like me.
And my words!
Which somehow, was important to me. I am a writer after all, words are my thing!
And on top of all of his own lovely verbage - he had an equally impressive package!
(gasps!)
Who the hell had I become?
I mean REALLY!!!
Desperate, slightly damaged, fat-ish girl, just separated with small child - seeking…sex? Care? Fun? Respect? Love?
(Silence from the bleechers!)
I.D.I.O.T.
He and I got so caught up in our odd little online dance and I felt my heart thumping reading his emails. I laughed out loud many times. I felt warm because of him.
And then, we spoke on the phone.
I know! Progress!
He wanted to make sure I wasn’t some obese smelly man, fucking with his mind.
(I’m not that clever!)
And his voice?
Oh my…
Amazing.
The tone, beautiful! Articulate, rich, captivating…
And his laugh?
Well, lets just say - his laugh stopped my breath, for a second or two.
I think that is the exact moment I lost my mind actually.
When I heard him laugh the first time.
I was falling for this guy.
And he still seemed to like me.
REALLY like me.
I felt insane. Like I was tempting fate - pushing the boundaries of sanity. Taunting my in-built self destruct button.
What the fuck was I doing???
I was getting laid!!
Except I wasn’t.
And I like him.
His words, his voice, his laugh. Everything!
And then he wanted to meet me.
MEET ME?????????
OH…MY….GOD.
Suddenly I’m paralysed by fear.
Too soon after my marriage ended?
It felt too much like the beginnings of something beautiful instead of just a casual shag!
I felt raw. Vulnerable.
I didn’t like feeling like that! AT ALL!
And….he LIKED ME!!!
Me? Damaged, separated, single parent, who had fucked up her life brilliantly and single-handedly.
Why would he like me?
Why????
So we don’t meet.
And thus begins our tango.
He pulls me in.
I push.
I miss him.
So I pull him back in.
And he pushes.
Ludicrous?
YES!
But this mad, impervious, ridiculous behaviour goes on for months.
MONTHS!!!
So we keep up this odd little dance and share pieces and parts of our lives with one another.
My friends think I’m a fucking lunatic. Gabe (Mr Original Sex Site Man) laughs at me.
“Jo? You weren’t meant to fall in love, you were meant to get laid!”
INDEED!
But fall for him, I did.
I never meant to. I never even knew it was happening until it was too late!
And what is the allure of online love anyway??? The romanticism? The detachment from reality? The fact that it’s easy to fall for a guy when you’re not doing his laundry and yelling at him for leaving the toilet seat up??
I mean really!!!
I have, and continue to question my sanity - or lack of it.
But I LIKE him.
He’s clever and witty and passionate and very, very funny. He’s handsome, older, a journalist. Everything, EVERYTHING my dream guy would be if I had written “the” list.
But I met him on a sex site.
And don’t think this irony or ridiculousness has escaped him!
He thinks I’m insane too.
He thinks we’re both insane.
But there is a whispering within me that believes, and has always believed that my real true ever love would not be found in a conventional way. That I would love him for the intangible qualities - his mind. Not his looks, or the car he drove.
I’ve always sought out depth, passion, intelligence, substance. The physical mattered little to me.
I was on an eternal quest for the heart and mind of the man I knew and had carried within me since girlhood.
A dream?
Maybe.
Could he have been sex site guy?
Found online?
Weird beyond words, I know!
And how does one explain this to family exactly????
But I feel like I know him. HAVE known him before. There is recollection that resonates within me.
And fear!
My god!
All I want to do is ravish him.
Get on all fours for him, live impulsively and freely. And then just let the relationship grow or end as it’s meant to.
But I couldn’t.
I was a mother now.
Fatter now.
Less certain of life.
And myself.
And he was frustrated with me! He put pressure on for us to meet, gave ultimatums, struck me from his life…..
To only return to me after a day or two, missing me, and me, him.
So, I was in fact, having a stormy, passionate non-relationship/relationship with a man I’d never met, but strangely knew.
I was lost.
Found.
Insane.
So months after we first started emailing, we progressed to phone calls and texting - and emails as a back up.
We are in different states and having sassy, new-age relationship, one that saves the effort and distraction of actually meeting!
And when we’re kind to each other and just exist in this way - everything is brilliant!
But, one or the other of us lets frustration and doubt creep in, the feeling of foreboding that somehow this sassy, new-age, non-meeting relationship could, in fact, go on forever via text and phone and we’d grow to never feel the impulse to actually meet.
And we’d fight.
Passionately.
End everything.
And then we’d miss each other.
Apologise.
Make up.
And go back to incredibly un-healthy, ridiculous, non-relationship/relationship.
So somewhere in the midst of all of this love/hate, need/want stuff - is his birthday!
We have discussed and made a date (cancelled and re-booked several times) to meet on MY birthday in December.
But for HIS birthday - what does an unseen partner do???
So I call him at 6.10am and leave him deliciously lovely voicemail message hoping I’m the first to wish him a Happy Birthday!
He calls at 8am - completely chuffed and telling me how fucking lovely I am!
(Tick!)
I also send him an e-card.
I know, I know, the epitome of tackiness, but we did meet online after all!
Lovely e-card sent!
He likes.
A lot.
(Tick, Tick!)
He calls in the evening (on his way to dinner with his EX!) and thanks me for thinking of him. He has that tenderness to his voice that makes my solar plexus heave in orgasmic delight!
“You, are absolutely lovely”
Of course I’m fucking lovey! AND future mother of your children!!!!!
(Gag me….please!)
I had also sent a bouquet of sunflowers to his office.
Poofy?
The actions of a stalker?
Fuck, I hope not.
Sunflowers are my favourite flowers, I call them “happiness” flowers and this he knows, because we’ve had this discussion before.
The message on the card would be harder.
“I love you?”
I think not!
“I’m fat and don’t want you to see me yet and I love you?”
Nope.
So I go for safe and certain non-stalker words.
Bill,
I just wanted to send you some “happiness” on your birthday!
For now unseen, but not unknown.
Happy Birthday!
Jo.
Nice?
Oui!
Except the second I confirmed the order I was afraid he’d think me too forward. Too stalker-ish!
I’ve never sent a man flowers before - EVER!
Except, I wanted to do something nice for him, to show him that I cared about him, without being extravagant or over the top for two idiots who’ve never met.
He left his office early for birthday festivities and dinner with this ex (ahem!). So I knew he mustn’t have received them on the day.
“Oh well, he’ll have a nice surprise when he gets to work tomorrow” I thought as I climbed into bed.
And he did.
He called.
He thinks I’m lovely.
SHAZAM!
So, I remain his unseen partner - for now.
And we continue our odd dance in this non-relationship/relationship.
And for now, my heart is swollen with sentiment and feeling for him…
And besides, we WILL meet.
We have a confirmed date in December for my birthday for the entire weekend together!
Best get on the bloody treadmill - the countdown is ON!
Love is a fire. But whether it's going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never quite tell
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Comment by Harry
Sydney Diary
Personals
Brisbane Diarystar
Zoo Parent
I liked the sunflowers. I think that's a great touch.
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
A touching story ... and I also like the sunflowers.
I used to know a couple who met this way, on-line. She lived in the States though and he, in Australia.
She was a huge woman, and I don't know how they managed it, but they were just so in-love. She moved to Australia and they had been married about five years, when I first met them ... that was15 years ago and they are still together ... happily living their forever after.
I believe it is possible, but either way, facing the truth will probably set you both free...
Good Luck.
Lilla ...
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
Orble Post of the Day
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Techbreak
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
I am not worried at all that I met him on a sex site....I was there too remember!?
lol
But what does one tell friends and family? We'll have to fabricate some lame, normal way in which we met eachother?
This is assuming of course, that things work out between us.
The allure of online crushes....he calls every day, we text, we email...I've even helped him decorate his house....over the phone/online/ebay.
I am his wife....without him having to have a wife.
Which I think he quite enjoys!
lol
Thanks Lilla, Harry and Cibbuano! Watch for the updates...this will either be the greatest love story of all time........or a disaster.
lol
Jo
Comment by Lara M
Love Speaks
Food Slate
I agree with Cibbuano -- I think park away where u meet, 'cos even if u met him/other men at a party...u may not know who dates online (or worst!) or not.
I've friends who've met their partners online and it has worked out beautifully...distance and all!
p/s...u must be crossing out the days to December!!! I'll be!
Comment by Louie
Climate Red
randomthoughts
Phil's Wellness Tips
go for it girl.......just book your own hotel and buy a return ticket......
but don't take my advice. I have been known to be crazy....
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
So much to think about!
We were going to get a hotel room together.
Bad move?
Oh dear.
And he's flying to me...so no need to worry about plane tickets.
I am concerned about how weird and awkward it will be to actually SEE him.
Bizarre, beyond words.
But I am SO excited about seeing him.
And scared too.
What if he hates me? Thinks I'm too fat? Doesn't like my laugh so much in real life?
Urgh.
I feel stressed just thinking about it.
lol
But tender too.
I can't wait to kiss him.
And for the record....I have been known to be a little crazy too.
Clearly!
Thanks guys! Any input, advice or a males perspective would be greatly appreciated!
What IS most important to a man when meeting a woman anyway??
THIS, I would like to know.
lol
Jo
Comment by Aziza Ibrahim
Celebrity Best
Nicole Richie - A VERY Simple Life Indeed
Azangelina
Do you have Cold Feet?????
Bulldogs Vs Storm - Where's the Ref?
Don't want to sound like a bitch but he could meet someone for sex and get swept away that he could learn to forget you. Go now girl....don't waste another day!
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
I agree.
And yes I have concerns and insecurities regarding my physical self, but am learning to let them go.
He may very well have sex with someone else and forget about me.
But it's been 5 months...and he hasn't yet.
There is something deeper and stronger that keep drawing both of us back to eachother, despite each of us wanting to run away at times.
The truth is....
We both love having one another in our lives. He calls every day, three or four times a day. We still email and text in between. And we're meeting on December 14th for an entire weekend together.
Yes, he knows me.
And I know him.
And I would use the 'L' word....except I do know that I need something more tangible to feel that emotion completely.
But we both remember the other. Feel familiar to the other. Have similar tastes and likes and dislikes, similar views of the world and have led alarmingly similar lives...
I do believe in destiny, fate.....and years ago, I did upturn my face to the sky, and ask for him.
I'm just still so suprised, he's here.
We're in planning mode for our December meeting. And excited about it.
It's not far away. And seems romantic in a way....to wait a little longer....
Thanks for your post though, gave me something to think about.
And believe me when I say, if all goes well in December.....my guy and I won't be wasting any more time!
lol
Jo
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
I LOVE IT! I want you to get married immediately! No I don't, I want you to draw it out first. Lol.
This is like a cross between Marian Keyes and Helen Fielding.
Wonderful!
Michaelie
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
I mean really?
I feel like a fuckwit. But I ADORE him.
And when he calls me, late at night...and whispers down the phoneline....his voice is full of tenderness and warmth...and so much feeling.
He rips my heart out sometimes.
But we're both wary and so afraid of being hurt....
Let me assure you...once we've met...if all goes well.....we will spend ALOT of time catching up...and the relationship, the REAL relationship...will likely move at lightening pace!
Which I'm fine with.
If he's the guy I think he is....
And I'm the girl he thinks I am....
Well....can someone please start humming the bridal march????
lololol
Oh god...if he read that, he'd throttle me.
The upside of course is, that he would still have to meet me to get his hands around my neck!
lol
Jo
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
I am a hopeless, though at times maniacally cynical, romantic.
So you can trust me when I say I don't think you are a fuckwit. Lol.
Insane, yes. But you need insanity to fall in love, do you not?
Michaelie
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
Insane.
Oui.
Thats for certain.
And yes, you're right. I think you need to be insane to love.
Or is it that love itself, makes you insane?
Both probably.
And aint that the truth!
lol
Jo
Comment by JoshZ
me and my woman also met online.
(the story is on my christian blog, honestly I couldn't be bothered to write it all down).
Go for it, build the love.
JZ
Comment by The MacDaddy
Pish & Tosh
I'll dazzle her with my knowledge of the gerund and then perhaps take it up a notch by name-dropping positive, comparative and superlative.
Finally, I'll seal the deal by pouring her another glass of wine and whispering, "Baby... I love you like an anaphoraic tricolon."
...and people told me that studying Latin grammar was a contraceptive.
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
Now that gives me hope!
Don't worry...we're going for it!
And hopefully love will come.....
lolol
And MacDaddy!!!
lololol
See...I have to tell you, that exactly the kind of talk that drives me wild.
I mean REALLY!
A man with a brain...a GOOD brain....AND a sense of humour....
Is a force to be reckoned with.
I'm finding you very attractive right now.
lolol
Go forth and spew latin!! Ye will get laid!!
Jo
Comment by Ahmed
Video Gamer Kids
Little Green Foosballs
PolyKicks
Yes, yes you are.
Comment by Jo 3
Sexless Blogger
You're not the first to concur!
lolol
And yes, I am insane.
But my heart is singing.
Jo
Comment by Anonymous
Ted Bundy was charming, intelligent and articulate too.
I mean, good for you and all, but jeez..watch your back, will you?
Comment by Anonymous
Comment by Anonymous
And I know...I have often told him myself that I don't want to be cut up into little pieces....which he laughs at.
I mean really, not many serial killers give potential victims their mothers phone number, so they can chat with her.
Our families and friends of course, think we're both ridiculous and should have met by now...and perhaps they're right.
But December it is.
At an art gallery.
And I need to mention...I do like bossy cows.
Jo
Comment by Anonymous
D.