A New Meaning to True Love Waits: Adventures in Cyberspace
- Wednesday, September 08, 2004
It all started innocently enough; I had a point to prove, after all. Meeting a significant other online may have worked well for Meg Ryan in “You’ve Got Mail,” but it wasn’t going to be my “happily ever after” scenario. After all, how many Tom Hanks-types were going to be hanging out in cyberspace on a Friday night? My guess was somewhere around, well…zero!
But it was two factors that later made me change my mind and actually give virtual dating a try. First off, I wanted to assure my loved ones that I wasn’t missing out on the elusive love of my life by not logging on. And two, well, this is a little embarrassing, but the more they talked about it, the more curious I became.
So with an open mind (or as open as my often hard head was going to get), I ventured over to ChristianCafe.com. “Maybe my resistance to the idea was the very thing that would make it work,” I thought to myself. I could just see it now, “After she refused and refused to try it, she finally surrendered and met the man of her dreams.” I loved hearing stories like that, and perhaps, that would become my reality.
So I filled out the extensive questionnaire, (this was no personal ad, mind you, this form required about a 2-hour commitment to complete) posted my picture, (since they said the results were usually better with a photo), and it wasn’t long before I had a few potential suitors.
While this should’ve excited me, writerchick76 (my online alias if you must know) was a bit underwhelmed by these guys’ responses. One guy actually started his e-mail with the following: “I know you don’t know me, but you have such honesty and beauty in your eyes.” I must say it’s amazing what someone could deduce from a photo.
Another “just had a feeling” we’d be a really good match. Puh-leeze! He didn’t even really know me, nor did he ask any follow-up questions. That was the extent of his e-mail. Guess I had a feeling I wasn’t going to write him back. As I read e-mail after e-mail and profile after profile for the next couple of days, I was ready to throw in the towel.
Then something happened when I opened an e-mail from a guy who seemed somewhat normal, perhaps even intriguing. There seemed to be a connection (and more than the fact that he was from Minnesota—the same state of my college); and it wasn’t long before we were “sharing the names of our brothers and our favorite colors” like John Mayer says in his song “St. Patrick’s Day.”
We wrote each other every day—most of the time, several times a day. And it wasn’t just about the superfluous; we really dug deep. He didn’t have a cell phone at the time, so he bought one since we were talking so frequently. Everything felt amazing, every new discovery about him was exciting. And it wasn’t long before we decided to meet because I was going to be in the area for my high school reunion.
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