My Canadian girlfriend who I met online − 1 August, 1997
OK, you've heard this from all sorts of kids you meet in college. How many times have you met a quiet geek dude who said he's got a girlfriend who is in Canada? It's almost a recurring joke, especially these days.
The truth is, I DID have a girlfriend from Canada, who I DID meet online!
She was a travel nurse who used to live in Tallahassee but moved to Wilmington, North Carolina and was just checking out the web for old friends from Tally when she came across my profile and liked some kind of quote I had or something (see, it DOES work, gentlemen!).
Well, we started chatting, and chatting and emailing, and chatting and emailing some more, until we basically decided to meet near the American - Canadian border one Christmas. That was because she was visiting family in Ontario at the same time I was visiting family in Michigan. Perfect opportunity!
We met in Port Huron or Sarnia (I can't remember which) and we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant and dinner at some grill near the border. Had a great time, really got along and I gave her a big hug which lifted her off her feet. Pretty innocent stuff. But we both left unsatisfied apparently because within a month we had to see each other again.
We planned a romantic rendezvous in Savannah, Georgia and we had a great weekend.
This was that kind of thing people talk about when they say "soulmate", you know? Everything just clicked perfectly.
Then she came out to visit me in Tallahassee and things were good until one point where I was at work and she was in my apartment doing some sweeping and I got home and told her "wow, you know it's really cool to know that while I was at work, you were here." I totally didn't mean it the way she took it (she apparently took it as if I was saying "I like working and you should be my housewife") and she got upset. I meant that it was great knowing that someone cared for me when I wasn't around. I don't know, but to me the simple act of sweeping my floor just, well, FLOORED me.
Things turned sour afterwards. Her visit got cut short and she left early under mysterious circumstances. I remember her receiving a phone call and that was it. She said "I'm worried about the animals" (she had pets) and she really need to get back.
I think it was her ex (who got up in the middle of the night, packed his bags, and left her without a note or anything almost a year before). I think he came back or something because when she got on that plane, she left and never ever called me again.
I felt like I wanted to die. I don't know what I did wrong. I was young and stupid I guess. I remember it was raining that night when I called her, emailed her, etc. and there was no answers. I went out in my yard and just laid down in the mud like a dog. I wanted to dig a hole and lay in that, but I spared myself that indignity lest my neighbors actually notice this activity in the darkness and rain and call the cops. :)
To this day, I sometimes google her. Come on, admit, you do it too! But no dice. No idea what's she's doing or anything. I'm not interested in contacting her, I just want to see how her life has progressed, and if she indeed hooked back up with that guy whose name I do remember. I'm sure they were meant to be if that's the case.
Another good learning experience. It was my first personal taste of how some people have the capability have just completely removing someone from their life so easily. I've never had that ability, and I have to admit, that relationship affected me. I am now much less trustworthy, but I'm getting better. I just don't commit easily.
Ladies, if you want to know why men can't commit, chances are if you were able to split a man's head open and go through his romantic history by looking at his brain, you will discover deep in the core of his experiences a woman or two who he was madly in love with, and a relationship he thought was secure and working perfectly, when in the matter of hours or days, the relationship ended for reasons unknown to him, and those women refused any communication or reason for this act. See, this is why us guys are crazy about REASON. We need to know the reason, to prove that you DO have reasons for what you do. If you can't give us a reason, all we can do to protect ourselves from having to deal with this horrible experience again is to not open up and not commit. We may act tough and like we can handle rejection, but we do not willingly enter into unreasonable circumstances easily again if we know that what think is working well can be gone in a heartbeat... and you ladies unfortunately get to experience our unwillingness to commit. I'm sorry. :(
The truth is, I DID have a girlfriend from Canada, who I DID meet online!
She was a travel nurse who used to live in Tallahassee but moved to Wilmington, North Carolina and was just checking out the web for old friends from Tally when she came across my profile and liked some kind of quote I had or something (see, it DOES work, gentlemen!).
Well, we started chatting, and chatting and emailing, and chatting and emailing some more, until we basically decided to meet near the American - Canadian border one Christmas. That was because she was visiting family in Ontario at the same time I was visiting family in Michigan. Perfect opportunity!
We met in Port Huron or Sarnia (I can't remember which) and we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant and dinner at some grill near the border. Had a great time, really got along and I gave her a big hug which lifted her off her feet. Pretty innocent stuff. But we both left unsatisfied apparently because within a month we had to see each other again.
We planned a romantic rendezvous in Savannah, Georgia and we had a great weekend.
This was that kind of thing people talk about when they say "soulmate", you know? Everything just clicked perfectly.
Then she came out to visit me in Tallahassee and things were good until one point where I was at work and she was in my apartment doing some sweeping and I got home and told her "wow, you know it's really cool to know that while I was at work, you were here." I totally didn't mean it the way she took it (she apparently took it as if I was saying "I like working and you should be my housewife") and she got upset. I meant that it was great knowing that someone cared for me when I wasn't around. I don't know, but to me the simple act of sweeping my floor just, well, FLOORED me.
Things turned sour afterwards. Her visit got cut short and she left early under mysterious circumstances. I remember her receiving a phone call and that was it. She said "I'm worried about the animals" (she had pets) and she really need to get back.
I think it was her ex (who got up in the middle of the night, packed his bags, and left her without a note or anything almost a year before). I think he came back or something because when she got on that plane, she left and never ever called me again.
I felt like I wanted to die. I don't know what I did wrong. I was young and stupid I guess. I remember it was raining that night when I called her, emailed her, etc. and there was no answers. I went out in my yard and just laid down in the mud like a dog. I wanted to dig a hole and lay in that, but I spared myself that indignity lest my neighbors actually notice this activity in the darkness and rain and call the cops. :)
To this day, I sometimes google her. Come on, admit, you do it too! But no dice. No idea what's she's doing or anything. I'm not interested in contacting her, I just want to see how her life has progressed, and if she indeed hooked back up with that guy whose name I do remember. I'm sure they were meant to be if that's the case.
Another good learning experience. It was my first personal taste of how some people have the capability have just completely removing someone from their life so easily. I've never had that ability, and I have to admit, that relationship affected me. I am now much less trustworthy, but I'm getting better. I just don't commit easily.
Ladies, if you want to know why men can't commit, chances are if you were able to split a man's head open and go through his romantic history by looking at his brain, you will discover deep in the core of his experiences a woman or two who he was madly in love with, and a relationship he thought was secure and working perfectly, when in the matter of hours or days, the relationship ended for reasons unknown to him, and those women refused any communication or reason for this act. See, this is why us guys are crazy about REASON. We need to know the reason, to prove that you DO have reasons for what you do. If you can't give us a reason, all we can do to protect ourselves from having to deal with this horrible experience again is to not open up and not commit. We may act tough and like we can handle rejection, but we do not willingly enter into unreasonable circumstances easily again if we know that what think is working well can be gone in a heartbeat... and you ladies unfortunately get to experience our unwillingness to commit. I'm sorry. :(
