My little latin love story. Part 3 of who knows how many.

Do I really have to do this introduction thing every time? You could just scroll down. Okay, anyway, last time we had just exchanged e-mail addresses...

The next day I thought about writing her. The talk we had was very enlightening and felt nice. I’m not one to believe in love at first sight but some that have heard this story would say otherwise. I wanted to continue that kind of dialogue. But I couldn’t call her the very next day. I would appear desperate, and we couldn’t have that especially with the male code and all. Half way through the workday I was looking up some customer information on the computer and suddenly my e-mail showed one new message. It was from her. I almost clapped in excitement but my masculinity stopped me. She wrote only to confirm that the e-mail I had sent was the correct one and that she had sent a copy of her e-mail to confirm for me that I had hers. I responded saying that she had the right e-mail and that she should reply to confirm that she had received my message. She responded the next day.

I began to write her daily. She would write every time she had enough money to go to an Internet café, usually she wrote every day and was probably spending money she shouldn’t have spent. Periodically we would meet in a chat room and chat until her money ran out. We talked about missionaries that we had come across after the mission. We complained about how some ex-missionaries had formed clicks in post-mission life and how high schoolish it was. She would tell me about how some missionaries gunning to get married would show up at her house to take her out. She would always think, “I knew what a piece of trash you were during the mission, what makes you think I would want to go out with you?”

We also talked about missionaries that were very nice at first but when they attained a certain position they became egotistical jerks. We spoke to each other like we had known each other for years. We tried just for the heck of it to see if Mili could come to the wedding of my sister. We felt that we were compatible and that maybe we could have a relationship together but we both knew that we needed to spend some real time together.

So we submitted the proper forms so she could get a three-month visa. The embassy denied our request for her to be able to attend the wedding so we just continued to write each other.

I was beginning to spend a lot of time on the computer and the phone line. My Mom and Dad didn’t say anything about how I was occupying the computer all the time, but it had become a habit of mine to try and foretell what they wanted me to do and then do it. I learned this mainly because my father has never been one to praise, complain or even to say ‘I love you’. So instead I would try and do things where he would have to voice his approval. For me getting him to say thanks was just as good as a hug and an ‘I love you’. In this case I wanted to purchase my own computer so he would notice that I didn’t want to be an inconvenience for him. My little sister was in living in Salt Lake and was selling her computer so I bought it and set it up in my room. At the time I thought that $500 for a computer was a really good deal.

To be continued...