My husband and I met in a chat room in January 1998. Some guy started teasing me because I had sprained my ankle on the golf course earlier that day. Little did I know he would be the man I would be engaged to less than a year after meeting.
It was amazing–that first meeting. We chatted online almost all night. He was funny, intelligent, and had a wide variety of interests. When I was logging off for the night, he asked me in a private message if he could have my email address. Why not? I was sure that I would never hear from him again.
Except I was wrong.
The next morning, I woke up, dialed in to connect to the internet and in my inbox, there was a surprise. An email. From this guy I had never met, but who wanted to email me. Was I dumfounded that he actually emailed me? Sure, because it was like the guy who gets your phone number but never calls….and I wasn’t waiting on the call.
What was I going to do?
Respond. He had written a novella and I did the same. It was long after that, another one and the emails started to fly. It wasn’t long afterwards that every time my email notified me I had mail, my breath would catch in my throat, my heart started to race and my stomach had butterflies.
Email could do this to you?
Indeed it could…and it was the greatest thing I had ever experience up until that moment in life. We shared our lives and connected on a mental level that I had never known. His intelligence matched mine and I’d never had that before. It was like looking into a mirror, only to see…me.
Even now, my husband and I realize it’s best sometimes for us just to email each other. We are both sensitive souls and find that it’s easier to find the old candor, that hidden spark, that might have been buried by the minutia of every day life.
And yes, I still get butterflies…