| How We Met: |
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| Our Beginning ... |
This particular banishment lasted about 3 days. So each day the 3 of us would meet in the new
temporary room and just chat away. When we were finally allowed back into the old room, whether
Marco liked it or not, he was now involved with all of our conversations. Well, all but the fights, he
still stayed out of those. One thing that did happen during these few days was that Marco finally (as
I found out later) got up enough courage to private whisper me in the chatroom for the first time.
And no, I did not paste his conversation for all to see. I instead talked with him privately as I talked
with everyone else out in the open room.
Over the next month I was banned from the room multiple times, all of which we would go make a
new temporary room where Marco would join us. It was during this time that I learned that Marco
was from Holland. Damn, I'm always the last to know everything! I guess I just assumed he was from
the States. Anyway, it's also when I found out about our 7-hour time difference. Yikes! He had been
getting up really early each day before leaving for work so that he could chat. Which now made
sense why he was only in there late at night during the week, yet there almost all weekend long. We
had fun playing together in chat and decided to add each other to our IM. I thought that was cool,
because now we could talk to each other when he got home from work, while I was at work. But, this
meant I actually had to have conversations with some guy that I really hadn't ever talked to before -
only played with in a chatroom. I just figured, oh well, there is always the 'block button' if it's
uncomfortable. But, it never was.
I can't speak for Marco, but I always had a wonderful time talking with him while I worked. It
made the day go by so fast. We never really talked about anything personal, just chitchat kind of
stuff. Yet we somehow managed to fill about 5 hours a day together. About a month later, that all
changed.
Remember the person I said I was close to earlier? Don't feel bad if you forgot, I wish every day
that I could forget. Anyway, he somehow managed to blow up his computer and was off-line for
about 8 days. During this time, Marco and I spent hours upon hours just talking to each other. I
wouldn't even go into the #30s1 chatroom. I would either just stay on IM with him or we would make
a private room just for us so we could play music. After a week of basically talking to nobody else
but him, I found him to be a sincerely sweet, straightforward person.
That Sunday was Mother's Day. We spent the entire day & night talking. (my time: from about
9am - 10pm) This was also the first time we talked on the phone. It gave us a break from staring at
the computer screen for so many hours. 0o0o0o he had a sexy accent! Ok back to what I was saying.
It was Mother's Day. My first Mother's Day without my Grandma and I was having a hard time
dealing with it. Marco had lost his Mother about 6 years prior, so it was a difficult time for him as
well.
The span of emotions that went through me that day was incredible. We talked, laughed, cried,
comforted each other, and overall just had an awesome day. We talked about everything. Our
childhood, our families, our jobs, our friends, our hobbies, our interests, our likes, our dislikes,
everything that we could possibly think of, we talked about. He told me about some of his childhood
pranks. One of them was taking a mouse with him to the clothes store when his mother would make
him go with her. He would throw it into the dressing room so he could see the ladies in their bras
run out screaming! Another was putting a small firecracker into the end of a cigarette that he gave
to a retarded man that always asked for a cigarette. Then watched it blow up in his face when he lit
it. And as Marco stood there looking at the man, with a smoke covered face and a blown up
cigarette hanging out of his mouth, how his mother came out of the house yelling, "Marco!" then
'kicked him many times'! hahaha Another thing he told me was that he had been watching me in the
chatroom for a long time. That he had wanted to whisper me many times, but was afraid I would
make fun of him. And how when he finally did whisper me, he was scared to death of what my
reaction would be. Awww, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he told me this. (I believe I
laughed though)
By the time we said our good-byes that night there was more than friendship growing. But me
being the untrusting, cold-hearted bitch that I am, would not allow it to happen, much less admit it.
Plus, there was this small matter of the 'other person' I mentioned earlier. You know, that lying
sonovabitch. Continue
temporary room and just chat away. When we were finally allowed back into the old room, whether
Marco liked it or not, he was now involved with all of our conversations. Well, all but the fights, he
still stayed out of those. One thing that did happen during these few days was that Marco finally (as
I found out later) got up enough courage to private whisper me in the chatroom for the first time.
And no, I did not paste his conversation for all to see. I instead talked with him privately as I talked
with everyone else out in the open room.
Over the next month I was banned from the room multiple times, all of which we would go make a
new temporary room where Marco would join us. It was during this time that I learned that Marco
was from Holland. Damn, I'm always the last to know everything! I guess I just assumed he was from
the States. Anyway, it's also when I found out about our 7-hour time difference. Yikes! He had been
getting up really early each day before leaving for work so that he could chat. Which now made
sense why he was only in there late at night during the week, yet there almost all weekend long. We
had fun playing together in chat and decided to add each other to our IM. I thought that was cool,
because now we could talk to each other when he got home from work, while I was at work. But, this
meant I actually had to have conversations with some guy that I really hadn't ever talked to before -
only played with in a chatroom. I just figured, oh well, there is always the 'block button' if it's
uncomfortable. But, it never was.
I can't speak for Marco, but I always had a wonderful time talking with him while I worked. It
made the day go by so fast. We never really talked about anything personal, just chitchat kind of
stuff. Yet we somehow managed to fill about 5 hours a day together. About a month later, that all
changed.
Remember the person I said I was close to earlier? Don't feel bad if you forgot, I wish every day
that I could forget. Anyway, he somehow managed to blow up his computer and was off-line for
about 8 days. During this time, Marco and I spent hours upon hours just talking to each other. I
wouldn't even go into the #30s1 chatroom. I would either just stay on IM with him or we would make
a private room just for us so we could play music. After a week of basically talking to nobody else
but him, I found him to be a sincerely sweet, straightforward person.
That Sunday was Mother's Day. We spent the entire day & night talking. (my time: from about
9am - 10pm) This was also the first time we talked on the phone. It gave us a break from staring at
the computer screen for so many hours. 0o0o0o he had a sexy accent! Ok back to what I was saying.
It was Mother's Day. My first Mother's Day without my Grandma and I was having a hard time
dealing with it. Marco had lost his Mother about 6 years prior, so it was a difficult time for him as
well.
The span of emotions that went through me that day was incredible. We talked, laughed, cried,
comforted each other, and overall just had an awesome day. We talked about everything. Our
childhood, our families, our jobs, our friends, our hobbies, our interests, our likes, our dislikes,
everything that we could possibly think of, we talked about. He told me about some of his childhood
pranks. One of them was taking a mouse with him to the clothes store when his mother would make
him go with her. He would throw it into the dressing room so he could see the ladies in their bras
run out screaming! Another was putting a small firecracker into the end of a cigarette that he gave
to a retarded man that always asked for a cigarette. Then watched it blow up in his face when he lit
it. And as Marco stood there looking at the man, with a smoke covered face and a blown up
cigarette hanging out of his mouth, how his mother came out of the house yelling, "Marco!" then
'kicked him many times'! hahaha Another thing he told me was that he had been watching me in the
chatroom for a long time. That he had wanted to whisper me many times, but was afraid I would
make fun of him. And how when he finally did whisper me, he was scared to death of what my
reaction would be. Awww, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he told me this. (I believe I
laughed though)
By the time we said our good-byes that night there was more than friendship growing. But me
being the untrusting, cold-hearted bitch that I am, would not allow it to happen, much less admit it.
Plus, there was this small matter of the 'other person' I mentioned earlier. You know, that lying
sonovabitch. Continue