This should explain the long hiatus from blogging
Shortly after my last birthday, I finally broke down and decided to give "Internet dating" another chance.
Eharmony.com was my logical choice. As you may know, the online service provides a unique system of matching potential partners based on the thorough and comprehensive "compatibility" data its participants provide through the personality test.
I was deeply skeptical and reluctant. The last go-around with Internet dating was an unmitigated disaster: For the women, that is. Suffice to say it is only by God's grace that I am still alive.
To make the long story short...
On April 23, Camilla from Sacramento, CA showed up as a match. What could I possibly have in common with this Latina bombshell, said to myself during a quick perusal of emails before heading out the door. Not only is her geographic location more than 400 miles away, but her cultural background and mine couldn't be further apart.
To my surprise, she initiated communication with me which I nervously accepted later on that evening. We instantly "clicked" both literally and figuratively. The day marked a magical beginning of 115 consecutive days of exchanging emails and phone calls, which culminated with my long drive to meet her in person back on August 5th.
With a bit of awkwardness in the air, we walked around the city for a couple of hours only to realize later that there was more than just "online romance." Since our distance did not afford us frequent interaction in person, the meeting allowed us to see how truthful we had been with each other.
I was absolutely smitten and captivated by her pervasive beauty. Little did I know that love could be this exhilarating and rewarding after decades in the wilderness of singleness.
After countless rounds of flying and driving back and forth to visit each other, I popped THE QUESTION during her visit down to Orange County last weekend.
To my dismay, she did not say YES right away. Of course, I had been on pins and needles unable to perform even the most basic functions.
Then the phone rang at 8 PM last night. Her first word: "Sí"
A joy incomprehensible. Words fail me.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. Well, this time it wasn't the phone. It was my alarm clock roaring like the Ringwraiths. So I woke up. The lamest dream. EVER.
You have yourselves a nice day now.