My Internet Romance

A girl doesn’t often find a guy on the Internet. At least, not a guy worth having. But… I did.

Splash of Romance

He was the kind of guy every girl wishes she could meet. We talked for hours on the phone, every night for the first several weeks. He told me all his hopes and dreams, and I told him mine.

His dreams were simple enough. He wanted to help others and have someone to care about. I thought he sounded like the best kind of guy, but I was still skeptical. I hadn’t met him yet.

We finally decided to meet and that moment was the most precious in my life. I stood near the tracks at the railroad station and he stepped off the train. He swept me into his arms, even before he asked my name. I guess he knew.

When I revealed to him, after a while, that I thought he’d never come. He called me, “silly.” I suppose I was. But I had honestly wondered if he’d be there. My life had been full of disappointments, I didn’t want this to be the next one.

We strolled around town that morning, walking through the trees in the Forest of Enchantment, shopping in windows along the Main Street shops, and crossed over the gateway bridge to toss coins in the water flowing below. He asked my wish and told me his.

As the sun set, we watched the clouds build from the windows at Pizzano Inn.

“Romance is a bowl of pasta.” He gazed into my eyes.

“Candles, pasta, and Dean Martin,” I smiled. “Can’t beat the combination.”

“And tomorrow?”

“You tell me…” I spun the pasta on my fork and held it near the plate.

“I can’t stay, I have to be at work tomorrow.” He answered. “But, I’d like to come back.”

“Then do.” I took the bite of pasta on my fork.

He looked as if I’d chastized him, but I waited. I just wanted it to be his decision. I wanted him to come back, but I’d never had any luck telling men I wanted to know them better. They usually disappeared after I did. So, this time I decided to play his game and let him wonder.