The word was date: Thank you Esther
Did I tell you about our first date
actually it’s a stroke of fate
the odds of us meeting
in person was fleeting
online relationship to soulmate
This limerick like most of my poems has a background story involved .
Back in 2000, when the writing groups on yahoo were the scene I was in a writing group. I had posted something and this man downloaded my piece into a word document and then sent it back to me with revision tracking. My initial reaction was rage, who did he think he was? Once I cooled off and really looked at all the red on my paper, I realized he made some excellent suggestions especially with the tense and grammar. He offered to help me improve my writing. Initially, I was hesitant since I didn’t know this man from jack. But I accepted and over time we became friends.
Fast forward 3 years later, we met in person and began dating. It was challenging dating long distance with Vic in New Jersey and me in Maine. 8 hours apart. But we made it work and in 2007 I moved to New Jersey and we married a year later on Halloween.
Was either of us looking for a mate? No, we weren’t, but apparently fate had other plans for us.
I don’t let Vic critique my work these days but there are times when I’m missing something I seek his help. And yes, there are still those days when he tells me I have typos, or I’ve forgotten words because my mind fills in them when they’re not actually on the page yet. Even when I proofread, there are words that simply slip by.