Love stories from the net.

Christine's brother Steven (also from Spokane) found a first time ad from Pamela (in Southern Idaho) and now they are planning a life together. They are even planning on moving to the Carribean. New loves, new lives and new homes. Best wishes to the new couple.

A special thanks to Jason for these stories, keep up the good work!

I hope this gives others the incentive to go ahead and place that ad you have been thinking about. Be honest and tell about yourself and what you would like in a mate. Don't be discouraged if along the way you make a few friends before you meet that special person.

By now you are probably thinking, "Has she taken her own advice?" Yes, I have. Check out my story on my bio page.

Here are a few places where you can check out personal ads. Some are free and some are not. You choose which is best suited for you. Meeting Street (free), Friend Finder (free) or Match Com (7 day free trial).

Here is a great story that Jason sent to me. Before the internet, people actually corresponded by writing on paper with a pen or pencil. Can you believe it? Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Valentine's Day Story

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.

He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.

His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.

In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City.

He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York.

"You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."

So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive.

I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.

Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.

The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own.

And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her.

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful.

I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

"Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."

Just a poem with great words of wisdom for your enjoyment and education.

'True Me'

"My online friends"
We have to be leary of our online friends
The reason for this comes from down deep within.
Throughout our lives, from birth to the grave
Our impressions of others come from how they behave.

We can touch them, feel them, see them and hear
The truth of their words through a mult-sensed ear.
We can tell by their eyes, or their language, or look
If their words are sincere, or out of a book.

But online, the words we read on the screen
We interpret to say what we want them to mean.
Our innermost feelings are brought forth there
From the words that appear on the screen where we stare.

Does "I love you" from them, mean the same as from me
Or am I only a game to them, and should I then flee?
Are they laughing, or joking, or smirking, or worse
While I pour out my heart in short little spurts?

And that night, on the phone, when we spoke those same words
Did they hang up and say "Good God, what a nerd"?
In all other places, we choose friends with care
Online, it is sad, we must truly beware.

All of you whom I've poured out my heart
Remember, be gentle, even though far apart.
Because "I love you" from me, comes from deep down inside
Where trust, and hope, and my true feelings hide.

And no matter what the image, I show to the rest
My online friends know the real me the best.
While with you I share my fears and my dream
And I pray when we meet, I am all that I seem.

author unknown

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