AdamoGiovane

'Send me your photo and I'll give you my opinion' I wrote in a PM on a public forum to her. She had asked people to judge her age, she was concerned she was 'old' for a 50yy gal.

Logging on around 12 hours later I noticed she'd replied: Wow!

I was kind of amazed that I could send a Private Message (PM) to someone real and 'normal' (as in a career women that's not a nerdy online all day everyday type person) to the US and get a prompt reply. I had just registered at this forum and wasn't sure what it was like to communicate with an American when I was Australian.

Casually opening the file attachment thinking 'Yeah she's probably right, a self fulfilling prophecy, she probably is 'one of those' that does look kind of bedraggled and short haired feminist from the 1950s' but with the inkling I could be in for a surprise.

A huge sparkle of light hit me, WOW! She had an awesome smile and gorgeous white teeth to boot. Her tanned face was adorable. She had long black hair, she looked Italian. She was slim, her shirt tucked into her jeans, standing there with her hands in her pockets. She was classy even in casual clothes.

Her eyes! They pierced into mine, beautiful small dark eyes. I pictured here at that moment glancing down at her feet shyly holding her big thumbnail in between her teeth, hoping I approved. It was on.

I immediately wanted to (somehow) jump into the screen and meet her, talk to her, hear her laugh, smell her her, touch her shoulder, hold her hand, rub her hips, stroke her knees, anything, just to be with her. It was instant attraction.

Something about her talked to me - as if she whispered 'You better be good!'.

I sat up straight, took a few deep breaths and replied to her: 'Yeah, you look good, whatever. You will have no problems in going out on dates with younger men'

We just clicked. We E-Mailed back and forth many times a day for weeks and months. After about 30 E-Mails in the first 6 or so weeks she gave me her phone number.

I waited a few days. Too nervous to call. Luckily like the PM reply she probably thought I was 'playin' it cool' and not acting needy.

I got an international calling card, since I was in Australia and she was in the USA. The harsh tone of the US dial tone made me nervous and the loooong pause between each ring. The tension was building up, I began to shake, literally! I never thought I could get that nervous in calling someone. The feeling came over me that this was either really crazy or really great.

'Hello' a man said. 'Uh, er yeah this is-- I'm after Angelina*, is Angelina there?'

She gets the phone: 'Hello?'

'Oh hi, Angelina*, this is Adam, how are you?'
'Oh Adam! From the office! Yes Adam from the office...Hiiii!'

Her voice was cute and sweet, gorgeous in fact, just like her first photo, but my goodness the reality hit me, I was about to enter a relationship with a women that was still married, they had been living apart she said she was getting separated.

Here I am 4 years later and we have a great relationship.

Note: * Angelina is not her real name, is sounds similar though.