If it’s meant to be it’s going to happen. Sometimes it’s just that simple. May as well not fight it. How do a confirmed bachelor and a confirmed bachelorette meet if neither one of them will even leave the house? The Cosmos will find a way.
Mr. Husband and I met online almost 7 years ago. We were both playing MMOs (Massive Multiplayer Online Game). You may have heard of people talking about World of Warcraft, Anarchy Online, Age of Conan. Games like that. Neither of us was on Match.com or Eharmony or any of those dating sites. I was actively not interested in dating at the time. I was also snowed in up in the Siberian Tundra, otherwise known as Kansas City in the Winter. Husband was in a wheelchair going stir crazy in Texas.
His dog, Willum the Conquer, caused our meeting. Willum snapped his leash one day and went flying down the street like a bat out of hell. Don’t blame him at all. Whenever I feel like I’ve been on a leash I run hard and fast. Hub-man took off after him, running full speed through yards, alleys and, woopsie, stepped in hole and blew out his Achilles tendon. A neighbor recognized Willum and brought him home. Husband went to the hospital for surgery to repair his tendon. Fade out.
Several months later he’s at home going stir crazy and sick of watching TV and movies. Imagine that. So he decided to embark on his maiden voyage on the internet. We met that very first night. Now what would be the odds of that? How, out of all the hundreds of online games and millions of out-of-the-way corners of the Net we managed to bump into each other is just one of those mysteries. That we actually spoke to each other is another mystery. In a game you are looking at a hideous troll or a pretty women and the person behind the keyboard could be a 12 year old boy, a grandmother, Jack the Ripper, or worse. Who knows?
That night we established that we were of opposite genders and were from the same home town. We starting chatting online and eventually exchanged phone calls. We talked for hours every day, sometimes we argued. Especially about politics. A year later we decided to meet in person. A few months after that I sold my Condo. Future Husband got in his big ol’ Texas style pickup and drove up to Kansas City to fetch me. With all my worldly possession divided between my car and his truck we drove back to Texas and I moved into the man cave. We’ve been together ever since.
Now this is not a completely unblemished happily ever after story. We knew each other at a strictly mental level. Day to physical stuff is entirely different. He strews his stuff all over the house and I refuse, on principal, to take the trash out. That’s the man’s job!!! He hogs up the remote. I refuse to remember important dates just because it’s so easy to get him going. He worries about everything so why should I bother! We have some Epic Battles that would not be out of place in a Hollywood Movie. Although I have to stand firm and admit that we have not shot at each other. When I was in Kansas City and he got on my nerves, I could tell him I was going take a bath, log off, and go play elsewhere. Ha! Not so easy when you’re in the same house. But we are gradually working it out. Reality is not as easy to manipulate as a virtual world, but it can be done.