<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885</id><updated>2024-09-24T21:14:43.169-07:00</updated><title type="text">Finding romance digitally</title><subtitle type="html">The old days of finding love with a school sweetheart, neighborhood sweetheart, or family friend are romantic and timeless but there is a new tool available to those wanting an inovative way of meeting people and its on the internet.</subtitle><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885.post-8446006981772019402</id><published>2016-08-23T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-23T05:14:10.846-07:00</updated><title type="text">8/23/2016</title><content type="html">I do not regret a day I have been with my love Elizabeth (Susie). Well maybe that's not true, I regret not having met her years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well a lot has happened in our lives, not all good, but we endure and chug on. I lost my job in AZ due to the practices of one Barrack Obama. Some of you may not like that because you are Democrats but its the way it is. Susie also lost her job due to democrat policies and Obamacare, all companies are down sizing in an effort to combat rising costs of medical etc. Some are loosing positions that were formally full-time and now are offered only as part-time with reduced hours. But this isn't about politics its about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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Susie and I lost the home in AZ. But through the grace of God he has led us further down the path of adventure and we now find ourselves in Texas, in fact we've been here almost 6 years now. Susie works from home, I am disabled and waiting for my SSD claim to finalize (been since 2010) I was rear ended on the highway while riding my baby (2007 FLHRCI) and I have severe back and shoulder issues now and am unable to work full-time (I have been rear ended a total of 5 times in my life since getting my license @ 15.&lt;br /&gt;
Our Son (my Stepson) and 4 of our grandchildren live in this State as well so we do have some family close by, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lost my father in 2012 to a heart attack in FL. I flew there to be with him in his final moments and was there as he went to be with our lord in Heaven. We'll miss him terribly. Dad left Susie and I his vacation home, so now we have a home again when Susie retires which is not too far off hopefully. We also got a new family member, his name is Minki a Siamese Cat and he's our child.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now the road is uncertain for us but Susie and I are very much in love and look forward to a life together in retirement. It just goes to show you that a relationship can be created and endure from a tool such as the internet. Susie and I would never have met without it. For us it is a blessing we'll not forget, it might be for you as well?</content><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8446006981772019402/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1897972421746688885/8446006981772019402" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8446006981772019402" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8446006981772019402" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/2016/08/8232016.html" rel="alternate" title="8/23/2016" type="text/html"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885.post-8036520813732375912</id><published>2010-07-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:30:21.833-07:00</updated><title type="text">Update</title><content type="html">Still in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with the gal I met on the net 9 years ago. We're happily living in beautiful AZ now and enjoying some wonderful night skies together. I'll be back shortly with some more incite into &lt;strong&gt;relationships&lt;/strong&gt;.</content><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8036520813732375912/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1897972421746688885/8036520813732375912" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8036520813732375912" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8036520813732375912" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html" rel="alternate" title="Update" type="text/html"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885.post-7053354153699587636</id><published>2009-07-18T23:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:40:31.822-07:00</updated><title type="text">Breast Cancer</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://breast-cancer.andrewbuchen.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=dontfeellikew-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0805082344&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Breast Cancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Love your &lt;strong&gt;Harley&lt;/strong&gt;? Helpful hints, tech tips and humor from a factory certified &lt;strong&gt;H-D&lt;/strong&gt; Technician and 24 year &lt;strong&gt;Harley&lt;/strong&gt; rider. Keep checking back for new &lt;em&gt;articles&lt;/em&gt;.</content><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8008253547937660646/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1897972421746688885/8008253547937660646" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8008253547937660646" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/8008253547937660646" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-detail-your-harley-in-desert.html" rel="alternate" title="How to detail your Harley in a desert climate. | eHow.com" type="text/html"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885.post-3693254423538465113</id><published>2008-10-08T06:24:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:06:51.899-07:00</updated><title type="text">Some steps in an internet relationship</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=dontfeellikew-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=0449911624&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you've decided that the person you met on the Internet is worth a closer look. There are a few variables however that you should keep in mind when taking this step.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ask yourself in your mind not your heart if you believe everything about the &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; is truthful and upfront.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Take&lt;/span&gt; some time and make sure what you feel is really &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt; Are you genuinely attracted to this other person, are there truly things that connect the two of you together in &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt; or are you being affected by just &lt;em&gt;hormones&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;testosterone&lt;/em&gt;. Have you seen this person in the flesh so-to-speak as in a web cam? If you traded photos, are they current or photo's from 15 years ago, which would definitely make a difference in a persons appearance. Are they or yourself really available? Sometimes people go through rough spots in their own &lt;em&gt;relationships&lt;/em&gt; that make them seek consolation outside of their family circle. They are angry at their partner/spouse and are looking for a way to get back at them or "think" they want out of their current situation, when all they really are is confused at the moment. Always be truthful about your age and who you are with your online partner, lies are no way to start out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; example, this situation &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;and really happened to someone I know in a game. This person, a male, had a &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; for quite sometime with a female who also played the game. They spent hours together a day playing the game and slowly he was falling in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with the woman, she also fell in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with him or so she said. Anyhow, the &lt;em&gt;relationship &lt;/em&gt;actually lasted for a few years when one day, the male found out from a close source to the woman (the source lived close to the woman's actual location and knew her) some facts which would tear them apart and their &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt;. The male I knew was in his early 20's and the woman was approximately 18 years of age and they seemed happy but had &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;seen each other in anything else than a photograph of themselves. The male was honest and upfront and emailed her an &lt;em&gt;actual &lt;/em&gt;photo of himself taken only a few weeks prior and the woman sent him a photograph as well, &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;her photograph was of her 18 year old daughter and not of herself she was in her late 40's.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; person that told this to this male person also went another step further and sent the male another photograph, it was of the woman and her husband together with her daughter whom she was impersonating online. You see the person that "disclosed" this to the young male was the woman's husband. He and his wife were in desperate times with their &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; and spent allot of time apart, while he was doing his thing, his wife spent hours at the computer and the&lt;em&gt; marriage&lt;/em&gt; was suffering. She was looking for something to take the pain away from her &lt;em&gt;marriage&lt;/em&gt; and this young male was in the middle of a triangle. The daughter does not like computers or computer games the husband told him and she never played. The young male was crushed and the whole thing unravelled. This is an extreme case but can be a disaster emotionally for all involved.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; question you should ask yourself is this, why did I fall in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with this person? I know its an odd thought but it has a sound foundation. For example, if you met online while playing an MMOG (Massive Multi player Online Game) such as Ultima Online or Everquest, do you &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the other persons character or really the person? It's happened time and time again that a person begins to associate their character in such a game with the actual person playing that character but, what is important to distinguish from is that person role-playing who they are or are they acting in the game the same way they do in any situation?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; another real case this happened. A woman and man I knew also in an online game that I played were also in &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;or so they thought. The game is medieval in nature, with dungeons and dragons and all sorts of creatures running about. Well in this game and in those situations people role play their bravery and chivalry, even women can become fierce warriors, strong and proud. Well these two played the game together for sometime and fell in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;. The problem was he fell in&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; with her "paper doll" or characters image. You see in the game she was a beautiful redheaded warrior woman in sexy female armor slaying beasts 3 times her size and she was braver than any man he knew. To her, he was also a brave and charming man, a quick thinker and humorous at times but devoted to her, and handsome, all paper dolls are perfect human examples, the problem was they are not the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; humans. You see these two spent so much time together that they decided to meet in Las Vegas for the first time. Both were really single by divorce. Anyhow, each was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; what the other thought. She was really 51 years old, she was a redhead that part was true, but she was a tired woman, one who had lived a hard and rough &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; life and it showed, she looked 15 years older than her age. He was also in his 50's, short in stature and bald as a billiard ball. He was about 60 pounds overweight as well. Both were shocked and disappointed when they realized they did &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;resemble their in game characters and the&lt;em&gt; relationship&lt;/em&gt; ended. And NO this is not my story :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; you can see how coming to terms with the reason of your feelings is important in an online&lt;em&gt; relationship&lt;/em&gt; and how truth above all else in these situations will prevent hurt for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;must also ask one's self, "is my personal life influencing how I feel about this person online?" Do you have personal issues with your current partner that is making you look elsewhere for sympathy? And are you mistaking this relief from the pain you feel as&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;? Most of the time its best not to let an oline fling come between you and sorting out your current &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; issues. If the person your &lt;em&gt;seeing&lt;/em&gt; online really cares about you then they &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;understand if you discontinue the&lt;em&gt; relationship&lt;/em&gt; until you have addressed the life issues first.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; all the warning I've written about I'm not trying to dissuade anyone from falling in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; online. It &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; work as well. I met my wife online and we fell in&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; there talking with each other, met in &lt;em&gt;real life &lt;/em&gt;and were not totally shocked "she thought I was going to be this big bearded lumberjack type of guy" and although I'm big built guy, I do not look like a lumberjack. Anyhow, she came to see what I was really like fron San Diego and took a two week leave of absence from work, she never went back and 18 months later we were &lt;strong&gt;married &lt;/strong&gt;in Niagara Falls. Its now been 8 years and we've not regretted it.</content><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/3693254423538465113/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1897972421746688885/3693254423538465113" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/3693254423538465113" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/3693254423538465113" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-steps-in-internet-relationship.html" rel="alternate" title="Some steps in an internet relationship" type="text/html"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897972421746688885.post-5850698477724166684</id><published>2008-09-27T07:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:16:50.764-07:00</updated><title type="text">From pixel to life</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when the computers for the home first appeared? I'm a little foggy but I think it was 80 or so give or take. My first one was a Vic 20, ugly little thing, not much more than a Nintendo with a boxy monitor. Shortly after I recieved that computer I started dwelling into something our local public library was introducing, free public access to files through a modem! wow. It really was the advent of something, who would have thought of what it would become, the &lt;em&gt;internet&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;years passed. A large part of the internet were online games, or MMO's as we call them. I heard of one, really the first of it's kind and one that took the gaming world by storm, in fact I think it held the record for most consecutive years in operation online. The game is called Ultima Online from Origin later EA Games. I entered that medevial world of monsters, quests, duels, death, and damsels full time just after the beta. The game back then was played mostly on 100MHz computers with 9600 and 28.8k baud modems in those days so game play was sort of like walk 10 steps and freeze for 5. But none-the-less it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;did alot of different things while playing the game, they hunted together, they fought together or against each other, they traded, bought and sold goods, they stood around in digital towns talking for hours and even constructed player cities and towns where they roleplayed. That's where it began for me and this story. I became a part of a town community in the game and made a few friends and I loved to roleplay with all the chivalry of a knight. I also loved to flirt. You see although it was a digital world, real women were playing as well as us men. Usually, when you get men and women together in any environment there is flirting. I was darn &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; at it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through-out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the years I played UO I flirted my way into over 35 online relationships with only 3 ever spilling out into the real world. Out of the 3 relationships I only met two of the women in "real life". One was a mistake. The reason it was a mistake is we both thought of the other as &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; characters not the people we really were. That was a tragedy and it also filtered back into the game as well and our freindship ended as well. The last lady I met however was different. We were both married in real life and both very miserable. My wife was an alcoholic and a verbal ass when she was drunk which was almost every day, it was a nightmare! The lady I met, her husband was not all there in the head as I'd call it. He would try to have relations with his step daughter, Susie's daughter from a previous marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;began with conversation, long hours we would sit together in the game in a Saloon called the "Dead Dove". We talked to each other about our problems and comforted each other. Days grew into months and we found that the two of us had so much in common, we would have agreed we both had found our soul mates. For a time Susie had to leave the game, her mother fell ill with cancer and for several months we did not speak. While she was away I found I didn't really want to play the game without her being there and all I would do is log in once a day to see if she had returned, finding she handn't I would log out again. This went on for awhile and then one day she returned, I actually found myself the happiest I'd been in a long time. We took up where we left off and by around xmas of 1999 she had made up her mind to come see me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;flew into NY on Valentine's day of 2000, her intention was to meet me and see if this was "real" or just more roleplay. Her return trip was booked for two weeks later, she &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; used it.&lt;br /&gt;She ended up calling her job in CA and telling her supervisor she would not be returning to work. We were married on June 30, 2001 in Niagara Falls, Canada. We love each other more each day and still call each other our "soul mates" and we now live in AZ, happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The End!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/5850698477724166684/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1897972421746688885/5850698477724166684" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/5850698477724166684" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897972421746688885/posts/default/5850698477724166684" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mmorelationships.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-pixel-to-life.html" rel="alternate" title="From pixel to life" type="text/html"/><author><name>The Blogger Project</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866696146927196934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR0d1beEhzFirqAWiq7jmUvVtw6WQBq3F6nCzgd21nCx4yKgyp0tWi0cYfn3FlWzve10CMYQIODJACtWTrN1qWYisH8PY-CkzhyNJuPe-j3iJH3W3OG1ynzKW59w0Bw/s220/20180524_142528+%283%29.jpg" width="26"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>