What are the odds that an amoeba would fall in love with an inkpen? Pretty slim, I’d guess, but many of you know that’s just what happened. You may have even watched it unfold right here online. We thought, when we met online, exchanged emails, then started sending chats fast and furious, that we were being very discreet. Apparently not.
Other emails made their way into my email box — and Amoeba’s — demanding details regarding our sudden online interest in one another. My phone even rang. My niece Cindra called with 500 questions about our budding relationship. I asked how she knew there was a relationship. She told me that the romantic tension in our comments was shorting-out computer monitors all over the net. Then Amoeba got a phone call and two bloggers drove MILES to meet him for lunch and pump him for romantic details.
We decided to meet. There were 3000 miles between us and meeting would require airline tickets and an overnight stay. My friends and family flipped. Some of them flipped for the romance. Some of them wanted to lock me up and throw away the key.
Amoeba flew to Vegas and I met him at the airport. Then I took him to a restaurant where we enjoyed lunch. Then I took him to work with me and introduced him to a large portion of the school staff. Cindra called and grilled him on the phone for 20 minutes. At the end of the conversation she gave him the seal of approval and called the rest of the family and cancelled the amber alert. At the end of the weekend we finally confessed our relationship to our adoring online fan club.
Most of you already knew.
So, with that kind of romance in my own life, are you at all surprised that I like to read romance novels? I am a sucker for Happily Ever-After (HEA) endings. Judging by the way you followed Amoeba’s and my romance, I’m thinking you must like HEA endings as well. With that thought in mind, I signed up to be a Harlequin affiliate. This will always be the blog where you can get a romantic fix.