The Story Of Us~ Part 1

I say “Part 1″ because, as I type it out, I cannot believe how long this story is.  Special K and I have literally crammed eighteen years of living into five.  The words above are something I posted on iVillage nine days before I met Special K…and I had no idea that I was about to meet him…or anyone.

I’ve been a member of iVillage for ten years.  I was an active poster for a long time on their message board forums and my life has changed because of it.  I originally joined this board when I found out I was pregnant with Aspie.  The women there were and still are an amazing support system.  I made friends with other January 2000 mothers that are still in my life today.  When our babies were, well, babies, we joked about still being friends when our kids went off to college.  Now, it appears to be a realistic goal.

When I found myself with a very sick baby, I suggested that this board be created and was their first Community Leader.

When I found myself in the dating world again, and needed to try and figure out the male mind, I went here…Guy Talk.  Guy Talk was a place I fit in to.  Men talked about things that were important to them (tits), and a ton of women would show up, ask for advice from men only, and a million women would jump in and answer anyway.  The board has gone way downhill but at the time, it was a great place to hang.  I made a life-long, in real life, best friend here too.

Anyway, in 2003, a poster named Islefan arrived at Guy Talk; you know him as Special K.  He was shy, polite, respectful, unassuming.  Or, you know, the antithesis of me.  To give you an idea, this was his version of a meltdown:

We became board friends, sigh..that makes us sound like such losers:

I spent a lot of time today going back and trying to find our very old posts.  I couldn’t find the one that brought him to GT in the first place, but it was a goodie.  He was whining over some tramp that he was in love with who basically couldn’t decide if she wanted to be with him or not.  So I gave him lots of supportive advice in the fashion of “Sounds like she’s cheating,” and “Fat girls are usually insecure like that.”  Sadly, the star-crossed lovers didn’t work out:

The bottom line is this:  We were board buddies and became email buddies.  Nothing romantic as he was nursing his broken heart from fat psycho chick, ok…she wasn’t really fat but it’s my blog so I’m exercising my right to lie, and I came to a point where I had released expectations of meeting anyone.  And we lived 720 miles apart.

Then, February 14th, 2004, my phone rang.  And everything changed…

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