Online romance story
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"Well that particular day I ran into Mary in a chat room - she was unusually polite when I started to talk to her. In fact for a while I did not even believe that she was American - I was confused that she might be European or even Asian. She was just too polished for the usual image I have of an American woman. We chatted for a while and agreed to chat again - I wanted to chat with her again.
A couple of days later we chatted again and it was the same experience - she was not a hypocrite, I found out. She was a genuinely cultured and sweet individual. In today's environment that is so hard and she indeed intrigued me a bit. We got to know each other a bit better. She came across as someone deep and thoughtful and very caring - things that I admire. She was patient and was very interested to know more about me. She did make tremendous progress though in getting to know me because I told her things that not many people know. After a while though I had to directly indicate to her what the rules of the game were - not that she had violated any of the rules - in fact the only reason I had reminded her of the rules was that she was too gentle to deserve any pain from me. Initially, she got defensive but once she realized that it was all good-intentioned she was delighted by my honesty. And then we both laughed about it - we both wanted the same things. It is just that she did not believe in documenting the rules while I wanted to. It so turned out that she wanted just a soul mate and was not too keen on a conventional relationship - in fact she had just gotten out of a conventional relationship and was not sure that she wanted another one right away.
When I tried to know her a bit better, the word she used to describe herself was "lugubrious." Now I often mistakenly believe that I know a lot of words, I did not know this one and had to ask her the meaning. It shocked me to know the meaning - in fact I was awfully saddened myself when I realized her state of mind. She had not planned to be a single mother and despite all her wishes that is what she ended up being. It was hard for her - suddenly she was all alone. While she was financially comfortable - what overwhelmed her was the sense of loneliness. She had lost the mental connection with the man in her life for as long as two years but when he finally walked out the door she realized that life would now be different. She did not miss him per se - what bothered her most was her loss of self esteem. She no longer felt that she was attractive or that she could be a good wife or even a good mother – that is after raising as many as four kids, three of whom were not her biological kids. The loss of her ‘partner’ of 10 years was not easy - she had not prepared herself for such a life. The more she thought about it the worse it got for her - she felt incapable and incompetent. Her sadness was so powerful that it was drowning out all her emotions.
She seemed so heartbroken and helpless and I could only offer so much. I have always believed in doing my part in this world - bring smiles on the faces of people in my life. I have always been a good listener and have considered it to be one of my strengths. I tried to listen to her and did my very best to cheer her up. Of course my training in psychology helped me tremendously - this is one area of college education that I can use in my everyday life. Mary appreciated my photos of high school, talking about her childhood, and hearing her stories of the teenage years, I knew that Mary was a playful, naughty girl when she was growing up. She was careful not to cross the line - for example, she never did anything that a decent girl was not supposed to do but she always had tricks up her sleeves. She was just one of those all American girls that parents are proud of - good academic performance, active in extra-curricular activities, and a playful attitude towards life. In fact among her siblings she was the most cheerful and fun person around. As soon as she got home, no one could stay quiet - she would be making everyone laugh with her little jokes - what other kids found routine and dull, she would think of it as the most exciting thing in her life.
I wanted to bring this girl back or at least let Mary know that she ever existed. The first session would be dedicated to reviving her high school days, I planned. I told her that she has to forget for the duration of the session who she was today and instead go back into the past. That meant going back at least 20 years. It meant that she will have to erase memories of all these years and just be what she was when she was 18 years old and knew little about the evil ways of the world. I asked her to dress as she would during those days - what I told her to do was to wear a denim mini skirt, and a golden scarf used as a belt, with a tightly fitted blouse with a flowery print and lots of frills around the neck. I also advised to leave her hair loose but with a ribbon tied in a bow on top and to put a silk scarf around her neck. I also picked her boots for her - black boots that looked casual, and came all the way to her knees.
The session would involve going back to those days in high school when she would have difficulty with English literature and her mother eventually decided to hire a private tutor for her to help her. The tutor would come to her study and help her understand the complexities of the language and more so help her improve her composition.
As her teacher, I was to be tough and kind at the same time - to make her learn but also not to turn her off from studies. As her private tutor, I also had to make sure that not only did I teach well but also that she learned from me and succeeded in school. I had been teaching for a short while but I was not particularly good at motivating students who did not want to study. I could not be tough enough with some of them and others would simply charm me and distract both of us.
When I showed up at Mary’s house, there she was – dressed exactly as I had asked her. When she came to open the door she actually – believe me – had a book in her hand. I was encouraged by that because I felt confident that I would not have any problems teaching her – she was already motivated enough.
Her room was tastefully decorated and I could sense that she was very feminine - the color coordination, the patterns, and the arrangement told me that she was no ordinary girl. When I sat down in her room on the chair, I think I was still in a daze - I just watched her like a child who was in Disneyland for the first time. She then stood up and asked me what I thought of her. First, she moved her hands behind her and posed as a model for me; quickly, she turned around and then showed me her back. I was mesmerized. I could not even say the words that I should have said despite being there to teach her better composition. But I think she understood because she thanked me for liking her - talk about extra-sensory communication here! I was expecting that I would be asked to give feedback on her composition skills and here she was asking me if I found her attractive.
We engaged in small talk but my mind was still not focused - I think her beauty and charm were overwhelming. While I had become aware of this through my conversations with her, the real Mary was way beyond my imagination. Her bedroom was very feminine - I have always been enamored by femininity and the soft colors in her room were just so inviting. Her silk sheets and the artistic pillows made me almost touch them.
"Well that particular day I ran into Mary in a chat room - she was unusually polite when I started to talk to her. In fact for a while I did not even believe that she was American - I was confused that she might be European or even Asian. She was just too polished for the usual image I have of an American woman. We chatted for a while and agreed to chat again - I wanted to chat with her again.
A couple of days later we chatted again and it was the same experience - she was not a hypocrite, I found out. She was a genuinely cultured and sweet individual. In today's environment that is so hard and she indeed intrigued me a bit. We got to know each other a bit better. She came across as someone deep and thoughtful and very caring - things that I admire. She was patient and was very interested to know more about me. She did make tremendous progress though in getting to know me because I told her things that not many people know. After a while though I had to directly indicate to her what the rules of the game were - not that she had violated any of the rules - in fact the only reason I had reminded her of the rules was that she was too gentle to deserve any pain from me. Initially, she got defensive but once she realized that it was all good-intentioned she was delighted by my honesty. And then we both laughed about it - we both wanted the same things. It is just that she did not believe in documenting the rules while I wanted to. It so turned out that she wanted just a soul mate and was not too keen on a conventional relationship - in fact she had just gotten out of a conventional relationship and was not sure that she wanted another one right away.
When I tried to know her a bit better, the word she used to describe herself was "lugubrious." Now I often mistakenly believe that I know a lot of words, I did not know this one and had to ask her the meaning. It shocked me to know the meaning - in fact I was awfully saddened myself when I realized her state of mind. She had not planned to be a single mother and despite all her wishes that is what she ended up being. It was hard for her - suddenly she was all alone. While she was financially comfortable - what overwhelmed her was the sense of loneliness. She had lost the mental connection with the man in her life for as long as two years but when he finally walked out the door she realized that life would now be different. She did not miss him per se - what bothered her most was her loss of self esteem. She no longer felt that she was attractive or that she could be a good wife or even a good mother – that is after raising as many as four kids, three of whom were not her biological kids. The loss of her ‘partner’ of 10 years was not easy - she had not prepared herself for such a life. The more she thought about it the worse it got for her - she felt incapable and incompetent. Her sadness was so powerful that it was drowning out all her emotions.
She seemed so heartbroken and helpless and I could only offer so much. I have always believed in doing my part in this world - bring smiles on the faces of people in my life. I have always been a good listener and have considered it to be one of my strengths. I tried to listen to her and did my very best to cheer her up. Of course my training in psychology helped me tremendously - this is one area of college education that I can use in my everyday life. Mary appreciated my photos of high school, talking about her childhood, and hearing her stories of the teenage years, I knew that Mary was a playful, naughty girl when she was growing up. She was careful not to cross the line - for example, she never did anything that a decent girl was not supposed to do but she always had tricks up her sleeves. She was just one of those all American girls that parents are proud of - good academic performance, active in extra-curricular activities, and a playful attitude towards life. In fact among her siblings she was the most cheerful and fun person around. As soon as she got home, no one could stay quiet - she would be making everyone laugh with her little jokes - what other kids found routine and dull, she would think of it as the most exciting thing in her life.
I wanted to bring this girl back or at least let Mary know that she ever existed. The first session would be dedicated to reviving her high school days, I planned. I told her that she has to forget for the duration of the session who she was today and instead go back into the past. That meant going back at least 20 years. It meant that she will have to erase memories of all these years and just be what she was when she was 18 years old and knew little about the evil ways of the world. I asked her to dress as she would during those days - what I told her to do was to wear a denim mini skirt, and a golden scarf used as a belt, with a tightly fitted blouse with a flowery print and lots of frills around the neck. I also advised to leave her hair loose but with a ribbon tied in a bow on top and to put a silk scarf around her neck. I also picked her boots for her - black boots that looked casual, and came all the way to her knees.
The session would involve going back to those days in high school when she would have difficulty with English literature and her mother eventually decided to hire a private tutor for her to help her. The tutor would come to her study and help her understand the complexities of the language and more so help her improve her composition.
As her teacher, I was to be tough and kind at the same time - to make her learn but also not to turn her off from studies. As her private tutor, I also had to make sure that not only did I teach well but also that she learned from me and succeeded in school. I had been teaching for a short while but I was not particularly good at motivating students who did not want to study. I could not be tough enough with some of them and others would simply charm me and distract both of us.
When I showed up at Mary’s house, there she was – dressed exactly as I had asked her. When she came to open the door she actually – believe me – had a book in her hand. I was encouraged by that because I felt confident that I would not have any problems teaching her – she was already motivated enough.
Her room was tastefully decorated and I could sense that she was very feminine - the color coordination, the patterns, and the arrangement told me that she was no ordinary girl. When I sat down in her room on the chair, I think I was still in a daze - I just watched her like a child who was in Disneyland for the first time. She then stood up and asked me what I thought of her. First, she moved her hands behind her and posed as a model for me; quickly, she turned around and then showed me her back. I was mesmerized. I could not even say the words that I should have said despite being there to teach her better composition. But I think she understood because she thanked me for liking her - talk about extra-sensory communication here! I was expecting that I would be asked to give feedback on her composition skills and here she was asking me if I found her attractive.
We engaged in small talk but my mind was still not focused - I think her beauty and charm were overwhelming. While I had become aware of this through my conversations with her, the real Mary was way beyond my imagination. Her bedroom was very feminine - I have always been enamored by femininity and the soft colors in her room were just so inviting. Her silk sheets and the artistic pillows made me almost touch them.
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Our session went well and so did the next twelve sessions over a 3 month-period. An interesting outcome, though, was that we also fell in love with each other and got married last month.
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