Kids, it’s like this…
In 2001, I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do about anything. I wanted to live in Boston. I wanted to go out to California. I wanted to want to redeem myself after the Summer of 2000, where I spent every Saturday night at CPI…but the reality was that I didn’t care. I was looking for something…but I didn’t know what it was.
I signed up on one of the new fangled dating websites…match.com. In fact, back then it was the only dating website that existed (at least the only PG-13 one…I’m sure there were NC-17 ones…or was it still X back then???) Anyway, they sent these little convient lists of available men, most of them sailors from the navel base across the Sound, and called them “Venus Matches”. Interesting concept…to think a random search based on keywords, disguised as the Goddess of Love & Beauty was providing me with a nameless rabble of young men. My skeptic/bullshit meter went off. There was no way that there could be a suitable man in this mess…
Enter Hamlet.
Yes, Hamlet. I don’t remember if it went Hamlet seeking…or Hamlet seeking Ophelia…something corny like that (that DH refuses to admit). My first thoughts were 1-He can read and 2-He’s looking for someone who’s crazy. This guy may have potential! And he’s nearby…I won’t have to learn to swim or pay for a ferry ride. Let me pay for the service ($25/month). I have to meet this man! (Note: The last line is exactly what I said. “I have to meet this man.)
After an exchange of emails, I learned that he was an English major (like me) liked kids, and was very sarcastic. Perfect…still showing potential. I think I’ll take a chance and give him my AIM screen name. If he turns out to be a wacko…I can change it (my screen name, not the fact that he was wacko…I was through with trying to change wackos!)
The first thing he tells me over IM is that he’s not really from R________, the town that he said on the email. My initial reaction is that he was full of lies, and all those things about him being high school salutatorian and family-oriented and literate (yes, I do mean literate) were crap. He then explained to me that he was from A____________ and that he said the other town because no one knew where A___________ was. I told him that I knew…I was from M______________, about 10 min away. The conversation continued…
(10 minutes. I had to go online and pay to meet someone 10 minutes away…)
Everything else, as I discovered was true. Everything has been true. When he told me that I didn’t deserve the treatment I was getting from my current…”suitor”, he was right. When he told me that he had a bad migraine and couldn’t meet me for ice cream, he was telling the truth. When we finally met in person (4 months later) and he told me that it wasn’t his place to judge me on my past, he never judged me…(still hasn’t). He meant it when he told me he loved me, he meant it when he told me that he’d marry me, I meant it when I told him that I was pregnant (both times). He still means everything he says. He’s the most honest person I know.
Months after we knew where things were going, I realized I was still paying for match.com. $125 later, I stopped paying for the service and haven’t been on since…As shameful as it was back then…(to the point of where we contemplated lying about how we really met), it really was worth it.
The story didn’t start out well. I had my share of heartache prior to your father, and by the time I was 22, I had handled just about every after-school special relationship problem that existed…(and some Lifetime issues too…). But I hope it ended well. And I hope that some day you each find your own Ophelia too.
(Ok-I’ll settle for both of you knowing who Ophelia is…never be afraid to be smart…that’s another entry…)
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