So I have a story to get off my chest. I don't ever write in green text so this is going to be different for me. This is the story of how I met a girl online, and the multi year journey that it took me though to get where I am today. Pic related, looks very much like her, but missing the subtle nuances and intoxicating melancholy that makes her different.
>Just started a new business after a few years of floundering around.
>Bad breakup just months before, no money, lots of stress - lonely.
>Get on omegle.
>Sea of flopping meats crashing against my computer screen looking for cyber pussy.
>Then it happens... someone who seems to want to hold a conversation.
I happen to have saved the whole conversation, so I can draw from it for the purpose of this story...
>start out with humor, she joins right in.
>there's something different, it becomes obvious within the first few minutes. This isn't a trap, this isn't a lonely guy... Theres a sweetness here.
>learn that we are on opposite ends of the country, she is multinational, parents from different countries settled in 'merica.
>what started as a light hearted conversation about accents deepens.
>I tell about my business, joke and self depricate.
>she shows genuine interest in me as a person, doesn't start panning for gold. we talk about my art.
>send her to some of my work, she is surprised that it isn't bottom tier, and actually pretty unique and interesting.
>we become very open very quickly about ourselves and begin to tell each other things that I wouldn't dream of telling someone I know in person.
>I find out that she is a student, probably much younger than I am.
>summer time so she is on break. She tells me about her interest in movies.
>recommends Taxi Driver by De Niro - the mood of this movie is this girl.
>she raves about the movie, tells me how perfect it is.
>mention that I started writing a journal, my own time capsule and auto-biography to preserve what little of myself I can when I'm gone.
>both of us are procrastinators, my journal that was topping 25000 words at the time was my greatest achievement.
>she tells me about her journal that she began to keep, but the realities of her life made her sad to revisit.
>she tries to play off her bittersweet sadness and deep hurt as humor.
>I see past it, I tell her about why I started the journal, and how by revisiting it over and over, the pain of the first entry eventually became funny to me. I had moved past the pain, into a new reality.
>she hangs on every word, being supportive, interested giving feedback and growing the conversation.
>at this point I'm begining to feel something, and hoping against all hope that she is really a she.
>these are strange feelings.
>the mystery of this stranger, the connection that I feel, the wonder - hoping I'm not connecting with someone and feeling emotions with a beast or a guy on the other side.
>Minutes turn to hours, and somewhere in the middle of the conversation my responses slow.
>She picks up where I trail off, she tells me that this is the most communication she's had with someone in a long time.
>She doesn't like people, she's happiest when isolated, she's lonely.
>then the bomb drops... 'Ive been telling myself "I'm going to kill myself tomorrow" and then tomorrow comes and I dont and do you know why? Because I'm tired, haha, life physically I feel sleepy so I'll fall asleep instead.'
>I've been pacing her and responding, talking and sharing. But this hit me like a million needles.
>I stop. Every word must be chosen carefully.
>I take what feels like hours for every word.
>From getting sleepy to wired.
>Begin neutrally, don't react anon.
>Start to share my own experience that I went through.
>she jumps into support mode, trying to walk me through like a dog with a broken foot she can nurse back to health.
>I ignore her, there is a point to my story. There is a light at the end of these tunnels, and she can't pretend to be a tour guide until she's seen it for herself.
>I explain how bad it got, how devastatingly close I came to utter apathy. The symptoms I didn't even know I had. Then I described the turning point for me.
>I reached out for human connection and wasn't rejected by those around me who loved me.
>she tries to nurse, I turn the tables on her.
>I demand to know her situation, this is nolonger about me.
>she shares, I monologue...
>"I feel like you might be a really good listener, maybe too good. I can only try to relate with you based on how I see the world from my own experience. But it sounds like you do a fantastic job of making other people feel listened to and heard. I get that, I understand that, I am and have been that. But it's funny, the more we listen. The more we let other people talk, doing for them and facilitating them, making them feel good and heard and positive about their life or accomplishments - the less they listen to us. The less they can or know how to listen to us. It's funny because what you or I are doing for them is what I and maybe you wish they would do back. But then it doesn't happen, and doesn't happen and then we forget how to talk it seems like."
>what was sentence long replies turns into half page long responses seperated by brutal pauses in time.
>we are opening up, from thousands of miles away our souls have been fully exposed and we touch each others spirit for one moonless night.
>I'm in amazement that I can stare at my screen, rereading each word from each response, memorizing my words and hers, so fully in the moment so, incredibly engaged.
>She shares with me how she hates having to pretend to be happy so that those around her will accept her.
>Family doesn't understand her and her love of solitude.
>she is punished for being solitary. She pretends that everything is ok while secretly withering away. She surrounds herself with people, while becoming ever lonlier.
>She enjoys the long silences in conversation, she sees beauty in the pause. But those "normal people" around her feel that the pauses are awkward.
>I listen, oh do I listen, she needs an ear. One that won't attack her for who she is. This is a tender time, she's reaching out for help. So deep into this pit has she fallen that even a complete stranger has received her undivided attention and trust.
>I realize that this connection could die at any moment. Terror sheer terror strikes me that I could lose the one thread of communication that I have to this stranger. The feelings of loss and heartache wrench my insides as if it's already happened.
>I imagine myself swimming out to sea as the sun sets and she is carried away on a boat, never to be seen or heard from by me again. >How could I ever find her again?
>I ask for a way to get in contact when we finish.
>she gives me an e-mail address, it's a girl's name. it matches up with the names in the country of origin she told me she was from.
>relief from every angle, it's a girl, beautiful name, I'll call her Anna, but you would die if you knew the beauty that is her real name.
>we carry on for a few more long messages and our conversation comes to a close.
>send her an e-mail and she responds back.
>I fall asleep, my mind in a million places.
I slipped up with the whole she responds back...
We got disconnected after I sent her my "hello" e-mail. she hadn't responded and my mind was in a million places.
>Middle of the night, I wake up to the ding of an e-mail.
>the disorientation of a nearly sleepless night and the emotional roller coaster of Anna and my conversation floods my conscious.
>She's drugged me from thousands of miles.
>I respond, surprised and elated that she actually responded and that the e-mail was real.
>not until late evening of the next day does she get back with me.
>We talk about Taxi Driver. My appreciation for her melancholy deepens. The mood of this movie so perfectly captures our interaction.
>We e-mail, messages between us are deep and thoughtful. Our responses seperated by hours and days now. But the intimacy hasn't waned.
>Her supportiveness to my daily life, my genuine interest in hers.
>For a time we share everything.
>I am about to ask for a number, any way to further contact. We send each other one very long message each, then nothing.
>I e-mail her once more, a continuation of my previous e-mail. Perhaps she just missed it.
>I obsess over why I haven't heard back. Every waking minute is consumed with the thought of her.
>Hours, turn into days, I fear the worst. I wonder if she has truly ended it all.
>days into weeks, I search for her on facebook, exhaust all of the limited options I have. The craziness that is my business descends on my time and I slowly heal the tear in my soul.
>eventually I all but forget about her. Business has picked up, money in my pocket. But still single.
>no one has engaged me like she did.
Me and my brother are. Interested. Keep going man.
I hope you got laid at the end of this story 4real
I've had a similar sorta situation before.. 5 years ago.. Never had anyone since that i really gave a fuck about the way i did her.. WRITE MORE SO I DON'T CONTEMPLATE MY OWN LIFE
>A year passes, and she has become all but a footnote in my now 50,000 word journal. I pass the copy of our conversation while scrolling to the bottom of my word document from time to time. Every time I consciously think about it, a little pang of longing, the feeling of something missing in my gut springs up.
>I look through my old e-mails one day and come across our conversation in gmail.
>I send out a feeler,
"I was reading an old journal entry and saw you in the pages somewhere. I hope you found your way through the forest.
>underneath is my contact info for my business, phone number etc. She could reach me if she wants to.
>I shot it off, and didn't think much more about it. I wondered what became of her, I imagined that she had recovered and was glad to have closed the chapter of her life that I was a part of. But again I eventually forgot about her.
>inb4 she killed herself
>In the mean time, I have brought in some new interns to my business. Useless kids with no drive. I immerse myself in trying to conquer my weaknesses. I am hopelessly disorganized and a convicted procrastinator. Despite myself I gain more clients and slowly begin to get ahead. Whereas when I started the business, I literally couldn't make a $10 purchase online without the fear of overdrafting. Now I was able to get out and do things.
>My social life didn't pick up like it had in my college days.
>The good time having friends who only cared about weed, liquor and beer were all too busy working minimum wage jobs or dealing with girlfriends.
>I became fairly introverted. Not that I didn't come into contact with beautiful girls, I even dated a few, and slept with a few. But I just wasn't inspired by the shallow dating scene, the games and the bullshit. I looked at these girls and wondered if they were capable of real connection.
>Life seemed to lose it's luster. I dove into working out, I lost weight and gained muscle. My energy levels spiked, my libido rose, the clarity and focus that came along with that was great for my business. But I also became acutely aware of my sometimes ignorable lonliness, and the reminder of Anna was never farther than a journal entry away.
U fuken wot m8 r u avin a laff? I wil teech u a leson rite ere rit nao m8 ef u wona brinng et ull fukne gt it m8 u beta wotch ur fuken bk m8 ok
>Then I woke up one day, worked out, showered and drove to my office as usual. When I sat down at my computer there were 20 e-mails waiting for me. Advertisement, Invoice, Complaint, Quote request...
>There it was. I knew that name, the world around me vanished. Anna.
>I willed myself to click it. All of these emotions that I had buried for two years jumped up immediately and I felt like I had the first few days after she stopped responding.
It's been a long time since I've been remotely close to being anywhere near my email and I'm sorry. You're an absolute gem of a person, I hate the phrase but this made me smile and feel a little hollow at the same time. I hope things are going well with the business. When I looked at my e-mail you were one of the few messages in my inbox waiting for me. This might be strange since it's been so long, but I suddenly miss you very much."
>No fucking way... seriously bro's and bro-ettes, no fucking way. This doesn't just happen in real life.
>Finding it hard to type, I stumble my way into a response...
When I sent off that e-mail last year, It felt a bit like I was sending up a small flare in an dark ocean. It's strange how we can cross paths with thousands of people every day and never feel a sense of loss. Then just one brief connection can send ripples of emotion across years of our lives. It's been nearly two years since we last spoke, and I feel like I've found someone I never thought I would see again."
>And then I waited.
It's super easy to get attached to someone you barely know because you barely know them. You can apply all your perfect notions and descriptors to them as a way to fill in all the blank parts that you don't know about that person.
I can tell by the diction you use that you are a romantic i think it's nice that you fell so madly in love with an idea of a girl. Abandoning thread.
Shailene Woodley. Excellent taste.
Why is no one calling him out for this shit?
>Sending up a small flare in a dark ocean
>Cross paths with thousands of people everyday and never feel a sense of loss
>Just one brief connection can send ripples of emotion across years of our lives
your story mirrors mine so far, infatuated with someone i met who lives very far away, the connection seems so strong. Dating locally, but it feels shallow. hardly in contact with the girl who warms my heart.
The person being a man in disguise. Using phrases like >we are opening up, from thousands of miles away our souls have been fully exposed and we touch each others spirit for one moonless nigh
"distance makes the heart grow fonder"
an age old saying because its true; the reason being is because you are confronted with their glaring mistakes daily allowing much more to be left to the imagination
>It took a few days. But she responded.
>She had been in a facility initially for anorexia, then her family took her abroad. She abandoned facebook and social media as her way of finding her own isolation.
>A few months ago she returned to her place in the states and started to pick up the threads of her old life.
>I tried not to get too attached, but we quickly picked up where we left off.
>Our conversations alone were enough to make me fall for this girl. In my head I rationalized that if this is how she interacted when all of the pretense and social constructs were stripped away there must be something to this.
>One day, I asked her for her number. I wanted to make sure that if it could be avoided I wouldn't lose touch again.
>she texted me - I called back.
>"Hello Anon" Pure silk.
>"Hey Anna" I probably cracked.
>"It's strange to hear your voice" she said slowly.
>"It's good to finally hear yours"
No shit buddy, we all worked out what you meant on account of it being fucking obvious
I just read all that, don't stop now.
Sometimes it feels like the whole universe is on your side... doesn't it, OP?
I have an exam tommorow that determines wether i get into the second year of my course, OP, Hurry the fuck up.
>the electricity I felt was enough to short my laptop.
>conversation started slowly. Switching from my wordy prose (thanks dicks, call me out for my written vocabulary) to a conversation in the moment was strange and disjointed. I overcame the barrier I felt. Despite everything she said her ability to communicate was not hindered in the slightest. I could sense no social awkwardness in her. To me it just seemed as if she just didn't like feeling pressured to fit in to other people's idea of how she should act.
>when we got off the phone that first time my mind was reeling. She had a beautiful voice and a beautiful mind.
>Who cares if she can cook, I can do that. (she can cook), I'll be honest I wasn't thinking about having difficulty getting along. I was totally in the moment.
You're all fucking idiots. I only skimmed this shit because it's pure garbage. This idiot doesn't know the scent of a pussy, or how to talk to women on the internet. Fuck that. Piece of shit.
Threads like this remind me that most people on /b/ do have a heart.
We're all huge assholes here because we're lonely. But when we see one of our own have a chance to crawl out of the hole, we all cheer for them.
>When I put the phone down I literally jumped up and down for a few seconds. Full on beach body insanity style, Sean T would be proud of my calf-toning exercise. If I felt hollow and like I'd lost something before, the opposite was true now. I was riding on cloud 9.
>We began regularly talking on the phone. We talked about all kinds of things, I was open about what I liked and didn't like. She was open about the difficult past she had, and the problems she was going through.
>In some ways I am her complete opposite. In others we are the same. Her aura of sadness is so radically offset by her genuine interest in helping everyone around her.
>A month passed. We spoke nearly daily, then I got a text
paraphrasing because I lost the text
"Anon, I'm coming to (my state) in a few weeks.
Protip: Girls you meet on the internet only seem like everything you've ever wanted because they're so unobtainable. If you'd met this girl in a conventional manner and she lived right next to you she'd just be another crazy bitch you'd get tired of in no time.
Also you type like one edgy faggot OP, you sound like a 16 year old emo trying to write poetry.
I'll translate to original OP language
>The static was shooting off of me like a flame on the dancing breeze before the Autumnal leaves.
>Our exchange of words shocked me deeply with its intense brevity, she clearly saw right through me like a thin glass cutting the divide between the void and my business that I make LOTS OF MONEY IN. Her social abilities reflected mine on a plane of which I simply could not comprehend, meaning none at all. She wasn't interested in how she 'should' act around other human beings because society is a social construct.
>My mind raced like the doves heading for their doom right before they mate into the great sea of forever. Her mind was as beautiful as her [voice] which was as beautiful as the night sky before a beautiful day.
>To whom does it concern if she has the ability to conjure a meal from the plains of the ephemeral? I had not a thought in my mind as I transcended the plains of existence. I was THERE.
Fixed it for you OP
To tell you the truth, I'm pretty fucking nervous.
The haters make me chuckle, because despite their rough exterior they are still in this thread reading the story.
>She was coming to my state?! My state enjoys tourist traffic, and I have friends located in local metros all over the place. Wherever she was going i could join her. I could get a hotel if my friends were busy. All the details were working out in my head.
>Really? I said what part?
>It was about 3 hours away from me, My heart could have beaten out of my chest. The excitement of being able to meet up with her.
>at this point I hadn't seen her. I was worried that she might be a cute voice having troll face.
>Would the universe curse me with a girl that had a beautiful personality and voice only to drop me on my face like her parents might have? I had to know.
>You know Anna, I don't have a picture of you on my contact. Since you don't have facebook either I can't just get one from there...
Too smooth Anon, too fucking smooth. 8-bit glasses and all.
>My state enjoys tourist traffic"
Now you're just taking the piss
>I don't have a picture of you on my contact
>inb4 pic related.
OP you better post picture if you got one, in the meantime we'll pretend this is her (helps us fap)
I am entertained. I was also quite bored this afternoon when I found this thread. But let's not go calling this and other greentext "great" just because a bunch of bored fags are reading it.
i'm still reading
if this ends in dinosaur walking i'm ending it
>an eternity passed.
She's ugly. I know it, now she's afraid to send me a picture because she's ugly and she thinks I'm going to just leave her behind.
>No I think to myself as I checked back over my texts looking for anything that could be obviously construed as affection in the event that we would be best served by turning this into a platonic and deep friendship... No don't think that way, what If YOU were hit by a truck and paralized, would you want someone to stay by your side? Ugh am I shallow? I don't know, how could I get it up if she's truly ugly. Can I just picture someone hot with her voice and focus on her personality? Can you do that?
>Message from Anna
"I didn't want the first picture you saw of me to be terrible, and I don't have a way to get pictures from our holiday onto the computer, so I got made up."
Still no picture, BULLETS and BLOOD are coming out of my pores. (captcha sweet mary)
Bzzt - downloading picture message.
>What the hell phone, 4G, hurry up!
>jizzedInMyPants.mp4 - see above picture. The relief was amazing. I didn't have to confront my inner demons or rationalize bestiality if she looked like a horse. She WAS GORGEOUS.
>petite, but just enough of a curve where it counted, her face was kind and soft but reminded me a little of audrey hepburn. Forget the lip injected bolt on tittied club chicks.
I'm serious, I texted it. I was joking but I said it.
>"lol does that mean you think I'm cute Anon?"
>"You know you don't have to ask that."
OP this tale is amazing. Keep it up and update moar holy shit
>The days started to tick by slower and slower. I could have sworn my citizen eco-drive was spending too much time out of the sun (its a $90-110 watch on amazon before you start telling me I'm whipping my income around), because there was no way time could be moving that slow.
>My work was meaningless, deadlines were unimportant. I was pouring every bit of conscious thought into Anna, and from her responses she was doing the same. We talked about her trip, planned things we could do. She had to spend a certain amount of time with her family but she wanted to meet me alone and spend some time together. Her family knew about me and was happy that she was happy after everything that she had dealt with. For the purpose of this story they are NPC's
>The day that she was supposed to come to town happened. I wasn't worried about her flight, but maybe I should have been, It was malaysia flight 370. I never heard from her again. No black box, nothing. So here I am telling my story...
Just kidding, this won't be a terrible ending guys.
>She landed and called me when she got to the terminal. I waited stupidly at the other end of the tram. Damn I should have made a sign, everyone else has one, she knows what I look like, but still.
>doesn't have story pretyped
>taking his sweetass time
yeeeeaah gonna give this thread the official bait stamp
I got a little worried when OP said his state had a lot of tourist attractions, multiple metro areas, and was big enough for two such metros to be 3 hours apart. California fits all three.
>As she came out of the terminal gate it felt like something out of a movie. She complained about being too tall, and at 5'9" that might be considered tall, but I'm kinda tall too I've always hunched around my friends. Despite what everyone says, being tall doesn't change your insecurities. I always felt conspicuous at a little over 6'2" I never wanted to be shorter, but It wasn't a magic pill. On the flip side when someone taller and more muscular - who is self confident and holds themselves well comes along I wish I was a bit taller and more muscular. Stupid brain.
So there she was, petite, legs and tall surrounded by a bunch of short little asians catching a connection or something, and me the only guy not wearing a suit and sunglasses like the transporter types around me.
>we locked eyes. I prayed I wouldn't trip, this had to be perfect. She was smiling but she looked like she could cry.
>I walked forward, one foot then the other. I had this planned.
>I caught her in a hug, one arm lower than the other. No patting or side hugging for me, like friends or an awkward kid forced to hug their stinky 100 year old grandpa. She embraced back, so soft, so elegant. She pulled her head out of the crook of my neck, looked up and gave me a short but sweet kiss.
No tongue, this was a classy meeting.
>"You beat me to it." I said
>"I just wanted to get that out of the way so it won't be awkward next time."
Who is this girl?
This story, OP.
OP takes forever to continue
>inb4 "but he just updated hurr"
It'll be super awkward at first.... but within a few minutes to an hour it should be okay. just try and talk like you did online/on the phone. Lots of akward giggles due to the fact that....YOU'RE ACTUALLY WITH THEM AND YOU'RE HAPPY AS FUCK BECAUSE THEY LIKE YOU AND YOU LIKE THEM AND IT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN NAO!!!! You'll be fine. I had a happy ending. Although mine is different, but still. You'll be fine. It'll be beautiful.
I don't know why we're rolling for 3s but if it'll make OP continue his story..
UNIVERSE, SHARE YOUR 3's WITH ME!
Beat me to it... She did, but her execution was flawless.
>I was lost in her eyes, and I didn't realize that her family was waiting right behind her. The only other not-short not-asians on the flight. First meetings are supposed to be awkward, this was... just like how we talk to each other.
>I caught myself and greeted her family. It was hard not to have a little animosity towards them after the lack of support they seemed to give. But I was so happy in the moment that I didn't let it show. To me they were an extension of her and anything that was with her was ok with me.
>As we walked to the baggage area I shared some small talk with her family (mom, dad and girl cousin?). Anna was quiet. Flight was smooth, a little turbulence around x city, weather was ok. bla bla bla.
We grabbed their bags and I suggested a local place to eat. The parents wanted to get checked in to the hotel, the dad said they would join us after they checked in and mama quickly caught him and told us to go have fun. Save.
>I helped load the bags into their rental SUV and me and Anna started walking back to my car in a different parking garage.
>"It's good to see you Anon"
>"Anna you have no idea"
We talked, slower, more calculated. I made sure to allow plenty of time for pauses and thoughtful introspection. We held hands (steamy I know), and as we walked it felt like an extension of everything we shared before.
In the back of my head I wondered what the bad end of things looked like. Her solitude and depression, her bout with anorexia, self image issues. Did she know how to take care of her self and clean up? After my last relationship that seemed lightyears away I did worry a little bit. Somehow seeing her in person made it real now. We weren't just pen pals anymore. This girl dirties laundry, eats, sleeps and shits (rainbows and butterflies, but it happens all the same).
You do. You both do. And it'll be amazing. Especially if she is even more beautiful in person. Which she may be. You'll finally be able to look into her eyes and kiss her and feel her warm, soft lips on yours. It'll be amazing, I promise.