Cyber Romance Horror Story posted 12/14/2007 10:49:55 PM | 1 kudo what's this?     report abuse tagged: relationships, love, romance, infatuation

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It started in a yahoo chat room about 6 years ago. The message was short and sweet, "Are you my Robert Kincaid" I knew this gal had been reading my poetry. She had found the link to my site and decided I appealed to her. I had no idea who Robert Kincaid could possibly be, so in an attempt to buy some time I wrote, "maybe in some ways... let me think about it for a minute" Meanwhile I was already doing an internet search for the character from "Bridges of Madison County" It only took a second to determine and respond that I was not "The last real cowboy" but that Robert Kincaid by being the Smithsonian photographer that he was, however romantic, was equally devoid of that distinction. "But the more important question is: 'Could you be Francesca Johnson?", I asked.

So began a romantic interplay of two souls via the Internet which lasted several months. Unfortunately she lived in Avon Park Florida which was about 1200 miles away fro me. She wrote and called me several times daily. I had no funds for such high long distance bills but she insisted in footing them. I liked her ways and her words and the awesome and romantic person I perceived her to be. Day by day I longed to see her face beyond the various pictures she sent and to hold her close to me. She expressed to me she felt exactly the same way. I dared not embrace these feelings for someone who existed only in a keyboard and telephone lines. If I could meet her face to face, even for ten minutes, I felt then I would know. One day I reached the point I could stand it no longer. I packed my bags and drove to Florida. I told her I was coming. She was apprehensive but excited. I left messages on her phone detailing my progress as I drove. I reached her home by 4 am and slept in the car until I knew she had awakened by the lights in the windows. I waited a bit then called her again. No answer. Then again and again ten minutes later in case she was in the shower. Then I hesitantly rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. Twice more and I saw the face of her son coming towards the door. Then heard the blood curding scream, "Don't open the damn door"

That was enough for me. I drove about two blocks away and then called her house. I asked her what was going on. She said, "I didn't think you would REALLY come" So I hung up the phone and explored the area down to Sebring and then back again. She did not answer her phone for about three times so I started the trip home. I got the next call from her as I was crossing the bridge over the Mississippi River. She asked me, "Why did you leave? If you had waited I might have met you tonight" "I am sorry", I said, " but there is something wrong. Francesca would have opened the door. I do not know why you acted that way, but I took the chance"

I drove on home and except for some accidental emails she sent me on her group list, I never heard from her again... nor did I ever care too.

Now ask me why I hesitate about long distance relationships.... can I tell you a story ....(even two)!!!.... steven

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