While listening to a Claude Barzotti CD and ironing, I was taken back to another time and am having a weak moment. For those who like a romantic story with no sex, this is for you.
I met a person online from Belgium 10 years ago on a friendship site. He was about 10 years younger than me but for some reason we connected. He spoke no English, I spoke no French or Italian, but through our translator app, we conversed for about a year. He introduced me to this music, and called me Madame. Always so respectful, admired me, and seemed to genuinely want to share some of our past with each other. He had been married, but his wife wanted children, and he couldn’t have any, so they agreed to part ways. She remarried and had two young sons. They remained the best of friends.
He helped his nephew with college, offering his home near the University. He said it was company in his home. He had a good job with a medical company, so he went out with pals on a weekend. He was a very good man with a kind heart.
I will say again, we conversed almost nightly on the computer, using a webcam but no mic. We simply watched each other type, translate the answer, and smile at once another. At one point I made a video for him, as he asked to hear my voice. It was a silly video of how I came to have six fish in my aquarium, orphaned when their mom was found belly up one morning, they were only tiny black dots, but I ended up having them four years.
Silly stuff on the surface, but what a connection we developed. Today, hearing the CD, it brought back such tender moments and thoughts for me, I felt the need to share.
It most probably won’t happen again, I promise.
