Found Love on AOL
Yes, it can happen!
Yes, it can happen!
I'm Beverly, age 47 and what you might call a *petite* BBW. I met Dave (a/k/a Kode), age 41 and not a BBM
By July we were talking on the phone, for hours.
Only problem? I lived in Atlanta, GA. He lived in Southern California. Hmmm ...
Then I had an opportunity to visit Los Angeles in September '95 for a BBW Bash. Dave and I agreed to meet and have dinner on Thursday night before the bash (since we knew all our online friends would be watching us, LOL) and see where that took us.
My flight arrived at LA airport on Wednesday night. I had already called the hotel for the free shuttle and was back inside trying to wrestle one of those luggage carts from its holder (yeah, good luck ...). Suddenly, I heard his voice, behind me, say, "You won't be needing that." I turned, and there was Dave! He'd called a friend of mine in Atlanta and gotten my flight information, then decided to throw caution to the wind and surprised me at the airport.
He was holding a single yellow rose (my favorite flower).
I looked into his blue eyes, and knew, right then, that I was where I belonged. I dropped my purse, my coat, everything in my hands, and hugged him, giggling and laughing and stunned, all at once.
We went outside and kissed.
We were joined at the hip for the next five days. When I left, he promised me we'd see each other again. I wanted to believe him ... but I had a life in Atlanta, and he had a life in SoCal.
In October, another chance! I flew to San Francisco where Dave met me for a long weekend. By Sunday, we'd shared secrets we'd never told anyone else. Before I left, I knew I was falling in love. And I told him so. He didn't say much, except that he wasn't sure what love was anymore. As the last call for my flight was announced and the airline personnel were about to close the door to the ramp, he kissed me long and hard and said, "Dammit, Beverly, I think I love you, too. No, I know I do!" Those words were still ringing in my ears on the 5-hour flight home.
In November -- he came to Atlanta! By the time he left, we were trying to decide whether or not I should sell my piano or bring it with me ....
On February 1, 1996, a Thursday, Dave flew to Atlanta, landing just ahead of the ice storm that would paralyze the city later that morning and for the next two days. I'd already picked up the U-Haul, and had stacked the boxes containing nearly everything in my apartment in the second bedroom. I'd said goodbye to my friends, to my job, to almost everything. And we started loading the U-Haul. On Sunday, February 4th, we set out in the U-Haul, towing my car behind us. We arrived in Laguna Hills, CA, in our new apartment on Wednesday night, February 7th.
On August 1, 1996, I started a permanent job after doing some temp work and learning my way around (did you know we're only 6 miles from the OCEAN!?) and what a job it is! I'm a legal assistant by profession, and with my boss, an attorney, am setting up a legal department for Freedom Communications, Inc., a media and communications company that owns and publishes the local newspaper (Orange County Register), as well as about 30 other newspapers around the country. Freedom also owns and publishes several magazines and 6 broadcast TV stations in various parts of the USA. What a break!
I'm still here. Dave's still here. His kids love me; my cats love him! We're still in love. For my birthday in December '96, he gave me a gold heart pendant ringed with diamonds because it reminded him of me! I have the most wonderful life possible; I am the luckiest woman I've ever known ... all because we took a chance on online romance!
I met my soulmate on AOL. And I just love telling this story!
