The One Where James and I Meet
Thursday, Feb. 06, 2003 4:22 pm
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This is the story of how James and I met.

We tell people it was in a bookstore...

Which is, kind of, sort of, true...

What happened was this. One day in the beginning of September, I was bored and checking out this witchy website, Witchvox.com. I listed myself in my town and he was listed too... one day he emailed me... just to chat... talk witchy things. It wasn't cause we were gonna hook up, or whatever its called.

So we sent emails back and forth for like a week... I thought he was intelligent, and funny... so i did something I've NEVER EVER (i swear) done, I gave him my phone number.

To this day I'm not sure why. But anyway, he called me a few times, and we talked for a few hours.

At the end of September, my mom's boyfriend tried to kill her. I was freaking out, and really worried. This guy, he offered (though he'd never met me) to come over and take care of my mom and me, in case Daryll came back.

I said no. We talked a few more times, then he had to go back to England.

He left October 1, 2001 and called me that day, from England. He missed me and wanted to say hello... we talked for a while, then he said good bye. And he probably wouldn't be calling me again.

Jay called a few days later and we talked for hours.

After that he started calling every few days. Then every night at seven(my time) when he got home from the pub he was working in....

Every time, we'd talk for HOURS usually until I fell asleep... around 12. (my time)

One night, he told me he was falling in love with me.... It was right before Halloween.

I was starting to fall for him too... who wouldn't you know?

I was getting really nervous (mind you, we'd never seen each other, or pictures) and I am FAT... I was afraid he wouldn't find me attractive

But he said it didn't matter....

I told him I was a troll.

He said it didn't matter.

Orginally, he wasn't coming back here at all.

On Halloween he told me he would be back after the new year.

Then it was after Yule.

Then it was the beginning of December

Now we are talking everynight, remember.... (I told him to NEVER EVER, as long as we live, to tell me what his phone bill was)

So then he called to tell me he'd be here for Thanksgiving....

I was FREAKING OUT by this point...

Here was this wonderful, funny, smart, romantic, man, complete with sexy accent and he coming 3000 miles to be with fat ugly me...

He called me on a wednesday night. He says

"You know I love you right?'

"yeah, why?"

"and you love me?"

"yes.... what did you do?"

"promise you won't freak out?"

"no... this sounds like something I will freak out about...but tell me anyway.."

"I booked my flight."

silence from me

"I'll be there on Sunday."

I promptly proceeded to freak out.... I threw up every day. Every time I thought about him coming here for me...

I tried sending him a pic... so he would not be disappointed... But he refused to look at it... The wanker.

Sunday arrived, Nov 18.... I made my friend Suezanne come with me, to the bookstore I was supposed to meet him in.

And he came in. I knew it was him right away... He had that lost look people get when they are looking for someone... He was so good-looking...tall, well-dressed, shaved head, goatee....

I was sooooooo scared, i couldn't stop trembling... I walked up behind him and said hello in this sickeningly shakey voice..... He turned around, smiled, and tried to hug me. I leaned against him, smelled his yummy cologne and ran back to my seat....

We sat for a bit and chatted... he gave me two presents. A silver necklace he had bought me over there to replace one I had lost a few weeks before, and his return ticket.

And thats how we met!

I don't tell a lot of people cause its weird meeting someone on the net...

there's only like, four people that know.

It's a neat story isn't it?

Its kind of nice in an odd way that he loved me before he met me...

I've dated a couple of guys that er, liked, fat woman,

a lot... like a fetish???

I wouldn't want a guy that saw me in a bar and was like oooh look at the lard on that one...

you know???

So that's how I met my James.

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