Weddingbee Blog

I joined xanga in April of 2003 and little did I know that it was soon to become a part of my daily life. The site is very addictive if I do say so myself. In June of 2003, I posted about a serious problem I was having with my family businesses. I was stressed, overwhelmed, and just venting. Mr. Bee contacted me through an email link on my site after he read the post because he thought he might be able to help me out. I’d never had any prior contact with him, but I gave him my work phone number, he called, and we talked on the phone briefly. He gave me some advice about different things I could do and if that didn’t pan out, he said he’d call in a favor from someone he knew in local government. Luckily, the problem worked itself out soon after and I emailed him to thank him for offering his help to a complete stranger.

Months went by. We commented on each other’s sites from time to time but we didn’t really have any other interaction - not a phone call, not a text message, not an instant message. One day I blogged about coming to New York for a vacation in November (I was living in LA at the time), and through a series of comments back and forth on each other’s sites, we somehow decided to meet up while I was there. I didn’t know anything about him other than his job and his age because he didn’t really blog, but I wanted to thank him for trying to help me out. He had an unfair advantage because knew me thru my xanga where I detailed pretty much every moment of my life.

We met on a rainy night at a small wine bar in the west village. I didn’t think it was a date, but soon it sure started to feel like a date. We hit it off instantly. I don’t mean in a “gee this is going well” sorta way… I mean in a “this is the coolest person I’ve ever met in my entire life” sorta way! I’m usually very guarded, but he made me feel very comfortable and at ease… he made me laugh a lot. People were sitting inches away from us on both sides, but we didn’t even notice because it felt like we were the only people in the room.We were so into each other our waitress kept refilling our wine carafe - we didn’t even order it and we didn’t even notice she was refilling it! The night was perfect - and it wasn’t just all the wine we had consumed. After that night, we were inseparable for the rest of my vacation.

The next day, Mr. Bee’s friend called to ask how his “date” went. He replied, “Barring an act of God, I just met the woman that I’m going to marry.”