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This blog is dragging itself out of the dark abyss of pish and crawling insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
Name
Major Bedhead
From
Westa Wistah, Massachusetts, United States
Things I need in life:
- The Red Sox
- Books
- Lobster
- Cheesecake
- Pedantry
- Internet access
- Dry shoes
Things I want in life:
- To lose a bunch of pounds
- To get more things done
- The complete 27 volume set of the Oxford English Dictionary
Things I can cross off my list of "What I wish for in my lifetime":
- The Red Sox winning the World Series.
Things at the top of my wish list:
- A cure for diabetes
What do you think of when you see those initials? What most people think of, I'm sure. Not me, though. For me, those initials stand for Virtual Irish Pub.
Back in the dark ages of the internets, chat rooms were all the thing. Or so I was told. I had no idea. But I'd just recently bought a computer so I thought I'd check it out. I was (and still am) fascinated by all things Irish and somehow stumbled upon the V.I.P. (along with another one - P45). I'd never been in a chat room before, so I had nothing to compare it to - I just thought it was cool. It had a limit of about 30 people at a time, so it wasn't hard to keep up with conversations. At the time, I was infatuated with the show Ballykissangel, so my handle was Niamh (not that I liked her, I just thought it was better than Assumpta, the character I did like.)
One day, I started chatting to this guy whose handle was Aston. He told me he was from the back of beyond in Ontario. He asked where I was from and when I said Boston - I always said Boston, it was all people knew of Massachusetts - he said "Number Four, Bobby Orr!" We chatted a lot when we were both logged on. Eventually we traded email addresses and real names. But there was one thing we lied about; our ages. He told me he was 23 (he was 19). I told him I was 29 (I was 31, soon to be 32).
The emails got more and more frequent and led to phone calls. We'd talk for hours (until I got a $400 phone bill one month) and he finally asked if he could come down for a visit. I said yes and he came down for New Year's Eve, for the big 1999/2000 changeover.
And that was that. He came, he visited, we confessed that we'd lied about our ages. Then he went home, packed up all his stuff and moved here permanently at the beginning of March and he's been here ever since. We got married that June, thus rendering him That Canadian Boy I Married (TCBIM for short). It's been seven and a half years - longer than any relationship I've ever had. And even though he drives me insane some (many) days, we still laugh a lot, we still talk a lot and in spite of the vast difference in our age, I think we're doing ok.
This post is part of Flaunt It Friday. Go check it out; participate in it, even.
About the site - I access your blog through Bloglines. If I click on the topic - it's slow - going through feedburner. If I click on the blog name, it's speedier than it's been in months AND has not shut down IE, which it's frequently done each day. But I love reading your stuff so I keep clicking.
I am so glad that you found love! Again, tearing up here!
Thanks for sharing, Major. And by the way... TCBIM is a hottie!
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Candi posted at
01 December, 2007 10:29
Ahhh....internet love!! That's great!! And another June 2000 wedding! I met my husband online and married in June 2000 as well!!
LauraJ posted at
01 December, 2007 11:21
awwwww now i want to fall in love! how sweet! age does not matter! you give a girl like me *cough* 34* cough* hope.
Amy posted at
01 December, 2007 12:14
I love stories like this. It goes to show the strength of relationships that start in chat rooms.
Christina posted at
01 December, 2007 23:28
Awww...what a great story! It's so sweet to hear about love found on the internet. Without it, you would have never met.
I won't admit to how many hours I've sat here trying to figure it out.
lattemommy posted at
02 December, 2007 18:48
Great story! This is my first time reading your blog, but I'll be back again. By the way - hope your tooth is feeling better. I've had dry socket before (when I had my wisdom teeth extracted) and it hurt like a son of a bitch.
Anonymous posted at
03 December, 2007 12:55
Ha! Another reason I relate to you! I met my husband over the phone. Long story, I'll tell it to you if you want it. But electronic media bringing people together had a weird stigma back then that it doesn't now, so I'm less embarrassed than I used to be.
I like stories like that. It makes it hard not to believe in fate.
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Colleen posted at
30 November, 2007 19:22
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03 December, 2007 12:55