Prior to meeting my wife, I began chatting with a lovely girl on Myspace. She had beautiful pictures and her phone voice was very appealing. Kind of smoky, like that girl Haley from last year's American Idol. We didn't even have nasty conversations. It was wonderful.
I flew to Miami for a job (investigation) I had to do before I got full-fledged into law practice, and decided to surprise her (I knew her address because I had mailed her a few gifts).
I was very nervous but figured what the hell, I'm in the city, and if I catch her with some guy, well, it won't be THAT big a deal since we hadn't even met in person (even though we had talked every day for about 4 months!). So I went by a florist, picked up a dozen roses and some candy crap, and made my way over. I called her as I pulled onto her block and asked what she was doing.
"I'm gardening," she said cheerfully.
"That sounds very peaceful," I said, smiling. The weather was perfect for it.
"I wish you were with me," she said, which made me smile even more.
"I've got to go now, but I'll talk to you really soon," I said, and we hung up. I walked up to her house and rang the door bell. The door bell didn't work (I couldn't hear the chime). I knocked, and no one answered. "Must be in the back yard," I thought, since she had told me she was gardening.
I walked to the side of the house towards a wooden fence leading into the backyard. I wasn't going to trespass, but I didn't feel out of place, since I really thought she'd be thrilled to see me. I peeped over the fence as I heard her voice, talking on the cordless phone with a friend. "Yeah, we just hung up," she was saying in a cheerful voice. "I hate being so far away from him," she said. This made me smile even more.
I peered over the fence and looked at the woman who was speaking on the phone. I was devastated. She was not the woman in the picture. Her back was toward me, and she was at a patio table stubbing out a cigarette (she had told me didn't smoke). She couldn't be more different than the woman in the photos.
"Michelle?" I said. She turned around and when she recognized me, her face turned white. She got up and ran in the house and slammed the door. I left.
I called her a few times after that to try to get her side of the story, but she never picked up. I left a voicemail but she never called me back.
That is my internet love story. I was shattered, devastated.
But hey, everyone's experience is different, BB!
Chin up!