She Who Is Not To Be Named

Of necessity, not much can be said about SWINTBN. This much, I think, can be:

  • We met in a chat room around 1997. At the time, I thought she was one of the two most desirable women therein.
     
  • Among other things, she was brilliant, she was witty, and though there are seldom any opportunities to demonstrate it in the context of chat, I sensed a layer of sweetness and tenderness that few would ever be fortunate enough to see.
     
  • Shortly thereafter, it occurred to me that I should make up my mind once and for all; it was not useful to vacillate between the two.
     
  • And that would probably have been the end of that, except that at some point I was actually foolish enough to tell her.
     
  • I think, though I am not sure, that she subsequently forgave this lapse in judgment.
     
  • An opportunity arose where we could meet in person in a relatively safe environment.
     
  • We both reasoned that a jolt of reality might be exactly what was needed to knock the romantic delusions out of me.
     
  • So I went into the meeting halfway expecting to be disappointed.
     
  • Imagine my surprise when she turned out to be more beautiful than I had imagined, and that she had God's own windchime for a voice, and that finding that layer of sweetness and tenderness was infinitely easier than I had suspected.

The woman of my dreams, I am convinced, does not actually exist, and if she did, I can think of no reason why she'd want anything to do with me. But someone who comes as close as this simply could not be overlooked. And I consider it to be one of God's cosmic jokes that the next time I actually ran into someone in this league, that someone was equally unavailable, for entirely different reasons.


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