Back To The Future

How did Cora and I meet?  Well, you can read her side of things HERE.

I'd seen here over at Dr. (Love) Zibb's place trying to be his best friend by mentioning showering with nurses.  That got my attention, and I read a little.  And I kept checking in off and on, but it wasn't until a month later, a week before Christmas, when in the POST that asked for Santa to deliver her a stripper pole for exercise purposes that I left the fateful comment:

Dear Santa;
Could you add "Nanny Cam" to my wish list, if you know what I mean?
Dude, you so owe me a solid after last year's "Mr. Microphone" incident.
Thanks,
Scope

And I waited in fear.  First comment.  Had I crossed a line?  Would she delete my comment?  She answered back.  She seemed to like it.  And she commented on my post the next day.

And that was it for the year, more or less.

By mid January, we were emailing each other fairly regularly, and the blog flirting went behind closed door.  But the flirting also laid the foundation for a wonderful friendship to start.

By mid February, I "got digits," and with the blessing of unlimited long distance on my home phone, the calls started.  I love her sultry, sexy, smoky voice.  And the calls felt natural right off the bat.  No awkward silence.  (Isn't the word, 'awkward' messed up looking?)  And it wasn't long (VERY EARLY MARCH) when plans started to be made for our visit.  And in about a week, plane tickets and hotel rooms were booked and reservations for dinner atop the Space Needle were made.

And the waiting game began.  6 weeks of waiting.  6 very long weeks.  Torture.  But worth it.  It gave our relationship time to grow.

And I really want to thank all of you who have shared your stories about how you met your significant others on-line.  It helped me realize that what's happening here isn't weird.  Isn't strange.  Isn't unheard of.  It wasn't the biggest factor.  But it was a factor in last weekend's not feeling weird or strange, but natural.  In a way, almost inevitable.

And it's only been a week since I climbed back on that airplane.

And I miss her terribly.

But I keep telling myself, "It's less than 4 weeks.  4 short weeks."