Meeting my wife

When I got married (and for a while after) people would always ask “How did you two meet?” A typical question, but for us it was not a typical answer. That’s because we didn’t meet in a typical way. We have a little joke going…we said we should write our “meeting story” on a cue card, so when people ask us, we can just hand it to them. Hey! Now that I have finally taken the time to write it down, I can say “turn to page…” (note: sales point for friends and family) The reason our “meeting” is so complicated to explain is because we actually met three times: on the internet via email, on the phone, and then in person (and if you want to be metaphysical then we actually met a fourth time.)
I would have to say our initial meeting goes back to April 1999. We had brief e-dialogue after she had contacted my book review editor for Rhapsody (www.rhapsodymagazine.com) regarding receipt of her book and when the review would appear. She also sent me an email saying something to the extent that “…my survival as a small publisher depends on publications like yours for support…”. I admired her tenacity and heartfelt passion. That’s when I started sending email to her.
Later, I found out that she had an online writer’s group. I didn’t think of myself as much of a writer, per se. I could write, but that doesn’t make me a writer. I got an invite to join her writer's group, I don’t even remember who the invite came from, but I got on it to see some of her work because I was under the impression that she was a “big time” author and I wanted that level of writing talent, wondering if my writing was as good, if I could “hang.” I’m glad I made the cut. A few weeks after I joined the group, there was a day that will live in infamy. Saturday, March 18, 2000 she was snowed in (or maybe just couldn’t get out the house) and decided to have an “e-mail poetry slam”, the guys versus the girls. She sent a post “Calling all brothas” to put their best skills forth to see who can make who drool the most. My response to her email was:

What’s this? competition? I’m in! But in fair warning to the ladies, my writings takes no whole prisoners, only their souls! (evil world domination type laughter - fade to black)

Now was my chance to see what this girl was all about. She could write a book, but did she have poetry skills? I was into writing a piece or two, and gotten my share of hand-claps when I would read at local open mic contests. I wanted to flex my literary muscle. We exchanged our pieces along with other members, but we knew that the pieces we wrote were for each other. We exchanged A LOT of poems that night which you can read in my poetry collection, Lifespeak! *wink*

www.sadorianonline.com/lifespeak