02 18 00

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Hi.

You don't know me, but you've probably heard a thing or two about me here. My name is Dave, and I promised Sarah a long time ago that I'd write a guest entry in her journal. I'm not sure how much I'll manage to write tonight as Sarah is proving something of... a distraction.

It took a bit of scheming and cajoling but I finally managed to engineer a trip down here to see my gal. The more astute of you might say, "But Dave, you just SAW her a few weeks ago." True, true. But I didn't see enough of her then, and I probably won't see enough of her now.

We took it easy today, dragging ourselves around at half-speed and just enjoying the rare treat of each others' company. Sarah took me by her office for show & tell. She showed me off, but I get the feeling that the "tell" part has already happened, because everybody we saw there said, "So you're Dave? Sarah's told us SO much about you." Eep!

Tomorrow should be interesting; we're having dinner with her folks. This won't be the first time that I've met them, and I daresay it went well the last time. This time will be different, though, because her little sis and uncle will be there - and they could be a harder sell than her parents. I'll just have to be on my best behavior, and avoid saying embarrassing things like, "I'm surprised they let me across the border with my criminal record." or "Thank God for parole, eh?"

Yup - you can dress me up, but you can't take me anywhere sometimes.

Sunday she's all mine again. I couldn't make it down here for Valentine's day, so Sunday is when I'm going to take her for the romantic dinner that I would have if I'd been here on the fourteenth. She's promised that after dinner, we'll come back here and she will gnaw my ears off. I hope she's speaking figuratively.

When I met Sarah, I had given up. What I mean is, I've never been a person to cause any girl to take a second look. Part of that is because I'm frightfully shy - especially around women. I've always been a person who looks for the corner to disappear into at a party. Put me behind a keyboard, though, and I become downright gregarious. It's easy to be sociable when you have an electronic barrier between you and the person you're talking to.

Sarah and I became good friends in IRC, chatting almost every night - hell, I admitted to her later that she was the only reason that I kept coming into that channel night after night. It was so cool to find a person who I could talk with, who seemed to share so many common interests. Did we fall in love over IRC? In retrospect, I don't know if I can answer that. I think that the actual "falling in love" part came when we finally got to meet in person.

I'd like to add more here, but Sarah just stopped by the computer to offer me some inspiration, and I'm finding her VERY inspirational - but not necessarily for writing. Do I love her? Yes. This girl is everything to me.

Sorry, not much of a journal entry for my first effort, but I don't get to see Sarah as often as I'd like, and I feel this serious need to head off and cuddle for awhile with the woman I love.

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