My second wife.
Blond, leggy, pretty enough that it hurt. Danish, for what that's worth. Mother of my first two daughters.
We met over the phone. I was working the comms desk, and I had to relay messages to her office, and she wound up getting that phone call most of a dozen times.
It got to where we were joking and giggling every time I'd call with yet another urgent message.
I remarked one evening that we really ought to meet.
Things got real quiet. "That would be nice."
"How will I recognize you? What do you look like?"
"Well, I'm tall and I have blond hair." (Great, this is Denmark -- that describes half the population!) "And what do you look like?"
I froze. Hell, I'm just an average guy. What do I tell her?
"Weeeeellll, uhm, I'm short, fat, and ugly. And I have green hair."
Silence. Laughter. "Oh, I was actually believing you until you said about the hair!"
We did, in fact, meet. I was completely blown away. I finally got around to asking her why she wasn't dating. I mean, damn, what red-blooded dude could pass up this fine lady?
"Well, I guess guys are afraid to talk to me." And she was right. I had lucked into this. If we'd met face-to-face under "normal" circumstances, I would never have spoken to her. I would not have had the nerve.
If you have a lady who's "a step up" for you, remember, most of the guys she knows are afraid to talk to her, and most of the ones who will are self-important jerks.
Don't be one of the self-important jerks.
Relax. Be you. Let her be whoever she really is.
It works lots better that way.
