by Tornado » Tue Jul 12, 2011 1:51 am
Well, I'm not going to disagree with the biblical quote! It does sum it up brilliantly!
I believe in God, and I believe he was at work when I met my husband. So much of it was dependent on chance.
Okay, now I'm going to bore you with my story!
In the mid-nineties, my brother started to visit a lot of internet chatrooms. He is very shy, and it was a great way for him to make friends. I'm not a great friend-maker either, so I thought it might be fun to visit some chatrooms myself. But my brother was on the only computer so much, I only got a chance every Saturday morning.
One week I got the 'flu (the SERIOUS 'flu) and was off work for a week. Towards the end of the week I was feeling better and bored, so I went on the internet at a time I didn't usually go on. I visited an American chatroom, and had never met anybody from Australia there before.
Anyway, while I was chatting, the words came up, "Dagsy enters the room". I rolled my eyes at that. Dagsy didn't sound too appealing, just by his name. I said to myself, "Great. What a loser. I bet if he likes anyone in this room it will be me!" We chatted a little, and we agreed on a few things, and before I left the chatroom, he asked for my email address (by now I knew he was in Australia, in Melbourne, a couple of states away from me). I immediately thought, "Axe murderer! Stalker!" and wasn't going to give it to him. But he persisted, even though I tried to discourage him by saying that nobody I ever exchanged emails with ever emailed me back. He said, "Oh, I will!" and that didn't exactly encourage me to hand it over.
In the end, I gave in, because it was just an email address, and I figured I could change it if he became a problem.
I never saw him in the chatroom again. But we emailed each other once a week for the next year. We found we had a few things in common, and, much to my surprise, halfway through the year he said that he and his family had been considering moving to the Gold Coast (about an hour's drive from where I live) for about the past ten years, because his grandparents lived there. That freaked me out, especially when he said that his parents were seriously considering the move in the next year or so. But I didn't hear from him for a few weeks after that, so I thought it probably wasn't going to happen. Phew!
Not long after, he sent me a message to say that he and his sister were moving to the town I live in, instead of the Gold Coast, in two weeks. "Can I stay with you?" he said. NOOOOOOOOOOO! We didn't have the space anyway. Fortunately, I have some friends who are very welcoming and had two spare rooms and were happy to put them up until they found a place to live (their parents were delaying their move until they sold the house in Melbourne).
So we finally met face to face. I wasn't keen, and he wasn't particularly either, at first. I was just a convenient local contact as far as he was concerned. But five weeks later, we were dating, and I married him eleven years ago.
I can't help thinking how freaky it all was. I met him in an American chatroom, after going there once at a time that I didn't normally go there. We managed to keep in contact for an entire year, and when we finally met, we were so suited to each other that when we had pre-marriage counselling, our pastor was saying, "Hm, is there anything you two don't have in common?" "Sport," I replied. He was relieved that we confessed to something! He was afraid that we were lying to him, I think!
