{"id":2664,"date":"2007-01-21T03:01:28","date_gmt":"2007-01-21T03:01:28","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-10-15T00:59:24","modified_gmt":"2025-10-15T00:59:24","slug":"he-had-me-at-lol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/asiancemagazine.com\/?p=2664","title":{"rendered":"He had me at LOL"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i class=\"intro\">I wouldn&#8217;t say we actually met though I&#8217;ve known him for years.  It&#8217;s just better this way.  I am a commitment phobe.  He lives thousands of miles away.  I don&#8217;t trust men.   But I can tell a stranger my life story.  It was the perfect situation for a person like myself, and yes, I met him on Myspace.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a limit to my internet flirting.  I can fill out profiles, send instant messages, and poke old friends on Facebook.  I&#8217;ve never quite been able to swallow my pride enough to actually date on the Internet despite how curious I&#8217;ve always been.  Call me old fashioned but I can&#8217;t imagine telling my future grandchildren one day that I met their father on match.com.  That I typed in the keyword &#8220;hates pineapples on pizza,&#8221; and their father was a perfect match as identified by a Google powered search.  On the other hand, I am aware that we live in an age where I can get my groceries shipped to my apartment with a click of a mouse, so why not my men?  Why not let my Mac do its magic and compute a man of my dreams.  Between work and more work, I find it harder to squeeze in time to meet a decent man.  And when I say decent, I mean a man that looks decent enough before two vodka tonics.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m coming to New York.&#8221;  Those five words are all he had written in the email and it was enough to overwhelm me with a feeling of nausea. We have been e-pals for the last three years and now he was leaving Australia to come to New York.  From relationship to flings to relations yet again, Aussie man and I managed to stay in contact for all these years.  I&#8217;ve told him about my life-capades (the daily dramas of life and men) with the confidence that I could tell him secrets that were locked a world away.  I could tell him things that I normally kept secret.  It was safe.  Despite pictures we exchanged every once in a while and the few phone conversation we made to wish the occasional birthday or new year, a part of me was in disbelief that he was in fact real or human for that matter.  He was an outlet that I could share my innermost thoughts.  Oh, and his Aussie accent didn&#8217;t hurt.  Did I mention he&#8217;s a physical trainer?<\/p>\n<p>It all started with Myspace.  I thought he was cute and wrote him a witty message.  He replied.  He wrote every other day, even if it was just a one word message to show me that I was in his thoughts.  I loved it.  The fact that I could feel intimacy without having to invest any real heartache excited me.  I was free to do what I please and I &#8220;met&#8221; a man I could trust.  On my birthday, he sent me a care package of goodies that included a box of chocolates, three construction paper made flowers with poems written in each, funny pictures, all of our conversations he saved, copied, and printed, a card, and three customized cds.  Is this what our relationship culminated to?  My three-month love life sat in a box.  He then asked me to be his girlfriend and he&#8217;d fly to New York every other week.   I wasn&#8217;t ready for it to be real.  I said it wouldn&#8217;t work quickly told him I wanted to stay friends.  That was three years ago.<\/p>\n<p>Now, with him coming to New York, it&#8217;s going to be a completely different ball field.  We&#8217;d finally be in the same country, but now I&#8217;m dating Mike. <\/p>\n<p>I thought somehow I could tell Mike in an oh-so nonchalant way.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How was your day?&#8221; he asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;HE&#8217;S COMING!&#8221;  I blurted.  My cheeks felt warm, but I felt relieved.  It felt so good to get it off my chest.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who&#8217;s coming?&#8221; He questioned.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;THE AUSSIE.  THE AUSSIE IS COMING!&#8221; I couldn&#8217;t control the volume of my voice.  For a second, I thought I was narcoleptic.<\/p>\n<p> &#8220;You don&#8217;t really plan to see him, do you?&#8221; he questioned.  Mike knows all about him.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I want to,&#8221; I admitted.  After all, how could I not?  It&#8221;s like opening Pandora&#8217;s box and who could resist that?  Of course, we all know how well that ended.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not exactly sure what will happen or what I&#8217;ll say when he gets here.  One thing I do know is that we will be meeting soon enough.<\/p>\n<p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wouldn&#8217;t say we actually met though I&#8217;ve known him for years. It&#8217;s just better this way. 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