Dana Weems: The Internet Romance 60 Emails 2 Phone Calls & One Apple Martini By Dana Weems Once upon a time not too long ago, there was standard of courtship that consumed it's participants in the quest for forever love. In the beginning, I guess that Adam found Eve and since there was not a big selection it all went down in history. Then there was Romeo and Juliet; they brought a whole to meaning to "until death do us part". Now on to natural selection the cyber way: It is hard to meet people and then your chances are just like the winning the lottery only without the luxury vacations one might afford if they won the lottery. You want to meet someone so badly, he is out there, and you know he is. A chivalrous spirit with your name tattooed on his bicep. So what's a girl to do? The Internet is filled with dating sites and you have heard the stories. You do not have to put yourself in the hands off fate, meeting at the supermarket, Starbucks or the bookstore. Go on give it a try! I met an architect from NY who transplanted south; the only thing was he took me to a shack on the beach for an empanada and then he borrowed $1.00 for parking. I would have to say took me to the ballet and out to dinner. I would have to say he did not make a great impression. Then I went out with a guy who owned an ad agency. He picked me up in a Porsche, took me to the ballet and out to dinner. I really liked his personality but the chemistry was just not there. So I listed myself on a site called Millionaire Match. This site is mostly professionals, to multi millionaires looking for a trophy wife to gold diggers looking for a sugar daddy. I posted myself as a renaissance woman trapped in the body of a game show hostess,"looking for a bad boy with a good heart." I received emails from men that wanted to take me to stuffy black tie affairs; others sent me photos of their cars, yachts and planes. I was hoping for a little substance even if they had a lot of stuff. Then I got an email from a guy that wrote I loved your profile and would love to meet you. I took a look at his profile and his picture. He was gorgeous, he was deep, witty and just my type but the only thing was he is only 33. Oh that figures, not looking for a boy toy. I wrote him back and politely told him he is way too young for me but I had a beautiful girlfriend that was recently single, a leg model and more his age. He responded with "The most awesome rejection in my life" "You are too funny but I still want to meet you! My ex~wife was 14 years older than me and age never came up as all issue. We got to know each other with 60 emails, 2 phone calls and one apple martini over a 3 week period; from Hurricane Katrina to Ophelia. He was a poet, an artist, a soldier. He was delicious he was beautiful and so deep. His emails grew more provocative they became absolutely erotic. It was an erotic cyber romance and it seemed so real at least in the cyber world. The sexual tension was beyond comparison. We were fantasizing about each other so much that we finally decided to meet. The first few minutes were a little awkward as you can imagine. You never know if you see that person in in person that you have been having a dialog with is going to be what you expect. Will you like their eyes, their small and the way they dress? When we saw each other it was a sigh of relief. We met for apple martinis to size each other up. Much to my relief and his, there was a mutual attraction and I hoped we were off to something new and beautiful. He put his hand on my thigh and a jolt of electricity went through my body like a hurricane.We kissed briefly just enough to want more. He told me now he was unable to stand up; I think you get the idea. It had reached such a level of intensity that I could not concentrate. Enough bedtime stories, let's just go to bed. He walked me to my car and I left thinking I really like this guy. We continued to write each other, erotic stories of being shipwrecked with nothing but each other, I in my silk stockings and stilettos, he without a shirt and his bulging biceps building me a fire and hunting for food. Two days later I received an email "I have to see you, how about tomorrow night?" Finally we were going to consummate the building sexual tension we had so fantasized in our emails. I went to the store, I made dinner,and I even cleaned my house. Hate housekeeping. The anticipation of this encounter put me into hormone overdrive and just like the screeching brakes of a runaway car, he emailed me at 4:30 to cancel our date. Canceling a date is one thing at the last minute is another and through email, not acceptable. I was so let down and I over reacted. This called for cyber bitch mode and that was the end of what could have been a beautiful romance. Wish I could have told you we had a happy ending. I hope you do not fee! sad or sorry for me_ It was a great feeling for a whiIe and at least this person was someone I felt was special and that was a good feeling even if it was only temporary. I think that we are aII looking for that illusive feeling that you had the first lime you fell in love and when it is anything less, there is no time for it to turn into that. Are we all searching for the "happily ever after?" I am not sure for everyone out there but I know we all want something that would be close. I did find that the Internet allows you to get to know someone first even if the outcome is not what you expect. So at least for now, you can find me at Starbucks waiting for that thing called fate. Oh wait, there is a sale on melons. I will be in the produce isle. The moral of the story I later found out that this guy was into discipline and bondage so there you go "with the story of the Internet. Romance Beware!!!!!!!! Dana Weems 954-963-9016 www.raincoatsetc.net |
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