I have two stories that are ongoing: one involves a good friendship renewed across an ocean after 22 years of silence, the other involves a woman with whom I was madly in love, and whom I will be seeing again – after a hiatus of more than 16 years – LESS THAN EIGHT HOURS FROM NOW!
First Story: I was very close to a young woman in 1979 (we were both Brits living in France). I was falling in love with her, but she did not want to become too emotionally involved, as she was going to be moving on to further studies in Spain. She moved there as planned, hooked up with a Spaniard, and we grew apart mainly because it was painful for me to stay in touch.
In 2003, I bought a music CD from a small company in Spain. Superb music from the time of the Moors in Al-Andalus (now Andalusia), before the 1492 reconquista. I was reading the liner notes, and saw the name of the Spanish-English translator. Surely, there cannot be two women with the same (English) name currently living in Madrid! I waited until her birthday, and sent an e-mail to “info@[company name].es”, asking them to forward it on to their translator. My e-mail to her said simply (in Spanish) “Happy Birthday, Love, [the pet name that she called me].” She responded “Is that all you have to say after 22 years?” We’ve since e-mailed back and forth a fair amount. She married her Spanish boyfriend, they have two children, and she’s happy. Life in Spain has been good to her. In retrospect, she clearly made the right decision for her own needs, however painful it was for me at the time. I’m happy for her, and looking forward to meeting her and her family at some point when there are not several thousand miles separating us.
Second Story: (If spiralscratch had not written the OP, I was going to start my own MPSIMS thread about this one…) In 1987, I met a young woman while traveling through the Rockies on an Amtrak train. We engaged in a passionate bi-coastal relationship for a few months, then decided to move from our respective cities to San Francisco to start a new life together as of Jan 1, 1988. We made a scouting trip to SF and signed a lease on an apartment on Russian Hill. We then returned to our respective homes to wrap up business and arrange the moves.
I made it to SF; she got to within 50 miles of SF and chickened out. We communicated via phone and letter for a while, but I felt that I was getting only stonewalling and misdirection in response to my questions as to what was happening with us. By the time of the last letter, she was married with one child, and I was engaged. Then silence…
…Until sixteen days ago, when I received an e-mail from out of the blue (Googling on my real name gives a direct link to my e-mail address). We exchanged e-mails (current tally is 52 e-mails back and forth in 17 days!), then a week ago she called up and said that she wanted to see me again SOON!
She’s flying to San Francisco TODAY (sixteen years later than promised!), and will arrive less than 8 hours from now. We’re going to spend the day together, and I’ve booked her a hotel room downtown for tonight.
We are both currently unattached. It’s clear that many hard lessons have been learned by both of us in the interim. The e-mails between us have shown a clear spark of attraction.
On the other hand, my “skeptical antennae” are fully deployed and calibrated. I hope she doesn’t try the old “I was abducted by space aliens so it was my humanoid replicant, not me, who gave you the runaround”.
In any case, it’s going to be a really interesting day. I wish I’d had time to have the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy fellows come and give me a makeover. Ah well.
Wish me luck, Fellow Dopers!