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In my single years, I did a bit of online dating, most of which was unremarkable. I met a few men in person, but most of those that I came in contact with online wound up being people that I didn’t want to interact with outside of the seemingly safe cyber-space. And most that I did meet in person were unfortunately ones that I should have left to evaporate within the ghostly vapors of the interwebs.

Herb was one guy that I met in person who drove over from Seattle to spend a weekend with me, and while we got on like the proverbial house on fire via online chat and eventually the phone, everyone knows that the vibes in person can be infinitely and disappointingly different.

I remember the phone call as he was driving from Seattle–he called me as he was entering Spokane, and we talked from the time he hit the outskirts of Cheney to when he arrived in the parking lot of my apartment complex. We were both high from nervous excitement and anticipation, and when we finally laid eyes on each other as I opened my door for him, my first impression was WHY DID WE WAIT SO LONG!?

And then he kissed me…and it was confirmed. We were meant to be. The energy between us was unmatched. The witty banter, that repartee that I couldn’t get enough of that had been burning up the phone lines and the internet chat lines had translated to the flesh.

I remember that moment like it was yesterday–that brief moment when we drank each other in and then he said something to the effect of “you know what, I’m not even gonna wait,” and then just grabbed me and kissed me like it was our last day on earth. The perfect blend of assertive and sweet. He smelled like heaven and tasted even better.

We rode the wave of that first impression all weekend–there was nothing that was disappointing to me until he had to leave my home for his home that was all the way across the state. Herb and his electric blue eyes and his razor sharp wit disappeared from my life and left a hole that I’ve never been able to fill with anyone whose energy quite matched the frequency that we vibed on that weekend. I have no idea if he felt the same way.