Thoughts on “Broken Paradise” and stolen freedom

I have been reading the book Broken Paradise by Cecilia Samartin. It is the story of two cousins who lived in Cuba during the time that Fidel Castro came to power. This book is a beautifully written work that really pulls the heart strings with its real characters and moving story. broken-paradise

End of the world, the world after a great crisis, rule under a crazy government books like the Hunger Games and Divergent (I love them! At least Hunger Games, I haven’t read Divergent…yet but I liked the movie!) are easy to get caught up in and led us to imagine ourselves as heroes and heroins in a world that doesn’t exist ….and forget the reality of it all. When Cuba was taken over by the Communists and their leader, Fidel Castro, the people didn’t know he was a bad guy. They thought he was going to be the leader their country needed. They didn’t even realize what was happening and before they knew it their land, horses, food, religion, money was taken away from them and “distributed evenly”. Communism is the idea that tries to rid social classes and money and create a world “utopia” where everyone is equal. No one is poor, no one is rich. It is a classless, stateless society where everyone shares everything. In theory, it sounds like a good idea. But in reality it means: the government decides on how many children you can have, tell you what books you can and cannot read or write, what kind of house and job you can have, what you can believe. It steals people’s money and dreams and lives. The government is in absolute control. You aren’t smart enough to make your own decisions, the government should take care of you and make them for you. And if you are not “pro-communist” well, you get thrown in jail…or worse. Your own thoughts and opinions are not your own or are not allowed. Communism is anti-freedom.

People, millions of people, have lived through experiences through communism that ring scarily close to books like the Hunger Games and Divergent. I guess reading Broken Paradise was a  wake-up call/reminder. Freedom can be stolen, so we must protect it. People were made to be creative and have goals and pursue them. The government should be there to create a system of protection…not be a provider. When a government is big enough to give you everything you have, it is big enough to take it all away. – Thomas Jefferson. We need to vote, we need to get involved, we need to protect our freedoms. People in Cuba lived normal lives, they were just like us. It just took one person to take over the country and take away their lives. If you are rich, donate-help people. If you are poor, (like me…I make 13,000$ a year) keep working, keep dreaming but don’t think that taking money that isn’t yours from the rich is a solution. We cannot make decisions for other people (we can try to influence them…but we cannot force them). We cannot force people to do what we would want to do with their money, it just isn’t right. Would you want someone to do that to you? What we can do is focus on ourselves, and strive on being the best person we can be. The most free society is made up of good people… people doing good things because they choose too. You change the world by being the change.

thoughts on leftovers and “Chopped”…

One of my favorite shows to watch is “Chopped” where chefs battle against each other by trying to create awesome dishes out of the various (often weird) foods that they pull out of a basket. I just watched a “Chopped” episode where every food is a leftover. Some of the foods the chefs had to work with were leftover french fries, chili, German chocolate cake. Wow! I couldn’t imagine with making something delicious out of those items.

My Mom has a strange ability to use and re-invent leftovers. Probably because our family has 8 people in it! My Mom’s best leftover remake was using all the basically empty salad dressings and sauces and sour cream and cream cheese and dumping all of these ingredients into a bag along with chicken breasts and ….making it into a marinade. I remember watching in horror as my Mom’s unholy mixture flavored our dinner. But, it was amazing how it tasted. You would never think that many ingredients or different flavors would create something so delicious!

Other things I like leftover: mac and cheese…so good!

I was wondering if there any dishes you prefer to eat as a “leftover”? Do you have any awesome ways you reinvent a leftover dish?


Photo Friday: 2 days before I moved to the East Coast…

photo credit: google images

photo credit: Google images

Days before I moved to the East Coast in 2012, a wild fire started near my hometown of Colorado Springs, Colorado. I had gone on a walk that day and took off my flip flops along a path. When my feet hit the soft dirt, it burned. The dirt was boiling hot. The air was dry and you could smell the trees literally drying out. I remember thinking that if someone struck a match, it would send this little forest up in flames. A few hours later, it happened. I will never forget seeing that first column of thick smoke in a crevice of the Rocky Mountains, dangerously close to the city. The smoke was everywhere…filling the sky with a white and gray haze. The smell was stronger, permeating everything it touched. The picture above is the Garden of the Gods, one of my all time favorite hiking spots and spots in general. (Garden of the Gods IS A MUST SEE for adventurers!) It was awful flying away from my home state not knowing what would happen and wishing I could stay to help somehow. Colorado Springs did survive, but many families lost their homes. Anyway, a little bit of a sad photo Friday but this picture isn’t just a picture it’s a memory of how close the place I loved was to being destroyed. Don’t take things for granted!Photo Friday

new things: Photo Friday

I would like to start a new thing on my blog of randomness. A new thing called, “Photo Friday”, I will try and make sure it is done every Friday, however, I don’t have any access to the internet at my house and I work all day long on Fridays so Photo Friday may occur on another day of the week…but I will try my best to keep it on Friday!


About Photo Friday:
My family is spread across the entire country. I live on the East Coast…my closest sister is 5 hours away and my farthest sister lives clear across the country in Washington.We have all been really close and try and call each other as much as we can but we still miss out on so much of each others lives. I started a little thing I called, “Pic of the day” between us, where each of us have to send a random picture to each other each day. It could be something you saw, something you are doing, something you think is funny, something that touched you…whatever! This has been so much fun! With that inspiration, I thought I would share a photo to my blog hopefully every week. A photo that made me laugh, raise an eyebrow, was stunning, thought provoking, random. and perhaps worth a thousand words.

With that, hopefully Photo Friday will be starting tomorrow….so stay tuned!

Question: The saying, “A picture is worth a thousand words”…agree or disagree?

Life Lessons from Gone With the Wind

Yesterday I watched a movie I haven’t watched in …..FOREVER. Even though its been probably over 10 years, I remembered a few things about Gone With the Wind…giant hoop skirts, southern plantations, Clark Gable as Rhett Butler, Vivian Leigh as Scarlet O’Hara, and I remembered the movie was sad. After watching it last night, I was struck by the sadness of it all. It wasn’t just a little sad, it was heartbreaking! I felt like bursting into tears. There was so much loss, so many words not said, so many lives torn apart. I really couldn’t stop thinking about this movie vivian leahfor hours into the night…and I took some things to heart.

Practical Life Lessons from Gone With the Wind:

Don’t chase after the Ashley’s in life and miss the great guy you have right in front of you.This is probably the biggest lesson I got out of this movie. Don’t waste your time on a person that is with someone else (let alone married…never do that!!). Scarlet had told Ashley her feelings before he ever even got married…he could’ve chosen Scarlet, but he didn’t! If the person you like doesn’t like you…MOVE ON! Stop pining over the dream of them…you could be missing out on the person who is quite perfect for you. “No, I don’t think I’ll kiss you, although you need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” -Rhett Butler.

If you are an Ashley…stop it! If there is someone in your life that is your friend…maybe even your ex…maybe you even care about them…BUT you don’t see a future with them (and you get married!!!) stop stringing them along. It might be hard to do because you don’t want to hurt them but you are doing far more damage by letting them hope and not be able to move onto better things! “Ashley, you should have told me years ago that you loved her and not me, and not left me dangling with your talk of honor. But you had to wait till now, now when Melly’s dying. To show me that I could never be any more to you than, than this Watling woman is to Rhett … And I’ve loved something that doesn’t really exist. Somehow, I don’t care. Somehow, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter one bit.” -Scarlet to Ashley

Don’t be too proud to tell people, “I’m sorry.” If only Scarlet would have learned this earlier….how different her life would have turned out. Own up to your mistakes and apologize…before it is too late!“My darling, you’re such a child. You think that by saying “I’m sorry,” all the past can be corrected.”-Rhett to Scarlet.

Money isn’t everything. When we become obsessed and willing to do anything for money…we slowly become poisoned. Scarlet lived for money and it slowly destroyed her. When Scarlet married Rhett she became filthy rich. She could have anything she could possibly want. Yet her life seemed so depressing. There was no laughter no kindness and very little love. “I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.”– Rhett to Scarletclark gable

Learn how to communicate. Scarlet and Rhett were constantly crossing signals. Take a risk and tell your significant other how you really feel and what they mean to you. Rhett Butler: “I’m leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true. “
Scarlett: “Oh, no! No, you’re wrong, terribly wrong! I don’t want a divorce. Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I… when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!”
Rhett Butler: “Please don’t go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.”
Scarlett: “This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn’t know it. Please believe me, you must care! Melly said you did.”
Rhett Butler: “I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?”
Scarlett: “I… I never really loved Ashley.”
Rhett Butler: “You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you’d only met me half way, even when I came back from London.”
Scarlett: “I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.”
Rhett Butler: “And then when you were sick, it was all my fault… I hoped against hope that you’d call for me, but you didn’t.”
Scarlett: “I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn’t think you wanted me.”

Don’t give up! Scarlet is a person that never gave up. She is a fighter. Fight for the people you love and never give up on them (other than if they are an Ashley). “I can’t let him go. I can’t. There must be some way to bring him back. Oh, I can’t think about this now! I’ll go crazy if I do! I’ll think about it tomorrow. But I must think about it. I must think about it. What is there to do? What is there that matters? Tara! Home. I’ll go home. And I’ll think of some way to get him back.”-Scarlet O’Hara


Derek…Man or Monster…the continuation

It was the moment she had waited her whole life for. Nadia took in a long breath of air as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She had touched her wavy hair with the smallest amount of mousse giving her golden hair the appearance she had just been strolling along the



beach. Her makeup made her bright sea green eyes irresistible to look at. She wore a white dress and golden dangle earrings. She looked beautiful. It was always how she wanted to look when she was meeting her future husband.

In Derek…Man or Monster..Part 1, you were introduced to Nadia, the gorgeous girl who wanted nothing to do with the dating scene and tired of the “boys that ran around thinking they were men” after a break-up with her fiance. She ended up meeting Derek, who was “suddenly” headed to the same college as her through an online chat room. In one week Derek and Nadia felt like they were soul mates. She returned to college and is getting ready to meet Derek for the first time…face to face. 

I watched as Nadia gave herself a one last once over in the mirror. She looked prettier than I had ever seen her…and I didn’t know that level of beauty could be accomplished. I knew it wasn’t her makeup or outfit or hair that made her extra pretty; it was the glow of happiness that radiated out of her. She looked like a bride about to walk down the aisle. Then I glanced once again at the lap top that had 54 pictures of Derek, her mystery online guy, floating across her screen. I was nervous. I mean, online dating is a little crazy, right? Then I looked back at Nadia’s face filled with joy. I hadn’t seen her look like this in a long time, certainly not with her ex-fiance who hadn’t even reached the “boy” category in the life cycle of the male species; with his whiny attitude, he seemed to be trapped in the “baby” stage.  Pushing aside my skepticism, I decided to send her off, daring to hope.

“You look so gorgeous!” I said running up to her and giving her a little hug.

“Thanks!” She said sincerely while flashing a smile, “I hope he thinks so!”online dating

I rolled my eyes, “He will…trust me!”

She glanced down at her cell phone to check the time. “Oh my gosh! I better go!” She let out a nervous yet happy squeal and picked up her purse.

“Just call if you need an exit or a way out or anything.”

She clasped the door knob and prepared to walk out, “I won’t need it, but thanks so much!” she said in all confidence.

“OK! You could be meeting your future husband in like 5 minutes!” I said and afterward immediately started to wonder if I shouldn’t have been encouraging this. But that’s what friends do.


Nadia was almost to the little cafe on campus known as the Palms Grille. It wasn’t the ideal place for meeting your future husband, but it would do. Nadia’s heart was beating wildly. She could feel the sweat on her palms as they tightly squeezed the handle of her purse. She was about to meet the sweetest, most caring, funny, romantic man on earth. She couldn’t wait to see the man in the pictures. The man who was muscular, tall, had large hazel eyes and a thick shock of brown hair and a complexion that made it look like he had walked off the cover of a magazine.

She opened the door to the Palms Grille, a grin spreading across her face. She was floating on cloud nine. She scanned the crowds of people and couples sitting at the fancy round tables. After two minutes of searching she felt a pang of fear, where was Derek?

She gulped and scanned again. No sign of him. She stood, stick straight in the waiting area and proceeded to stare down at the restaurant door. She felt doubt creep in the back of her mind as the minutes ticked on and on.

Suddenly she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She jumped and whorled around.

It wasn’t Derek, just a young pimple faced teenager who probably worked here and was wondering if she needed to be seated.

“I’m just waiting for someone,” Nadia said quickly and returned to her constant stare at the door of the restaurant.

“Wow you’re beautiful!” the teenager exclaimed.

Nadia gave him a polite smile, wishing he would leave her in peace.

“Nadia! It’s me, it’s….. Derek!” the teenager suddenly exclaimed opening his arms widely as if he was inviting her to run into them.

Nadia felt like her throat dropped to her stomach. This was a joke. She snapped her head around looking back at this… this… child before her. “What?” she asked astounded.

“It’s D-Derek, it’s me,” he said, his voice reminded her of wind whistling through the trees.

He was talking, but Nadia didn’t hear a word he was saying. The man before her was at her level in height, not the 6ft dream she pictured. His brown hair was laced with so much gel it formed deadly looking spikes across his head; and it was thin, she could see glimpses of his white scalp through his hair. Deep widow’s peaks Dracula would envy carved into his hairline. A constellation of pimples were strung across his high forehead. His lips were thin, disappearing as he smiled. This was impossible. There was no way this bean pole was the hunk she had met online. No way. Then she looked at his eyes. Large, thickly lined hazel eyes with heavy eyelids. The eyes were the same eyes that belonged to Derek. She gulped suddenly remembering the one picture out of 54 that hadn’t matched the rest of the pictures. Her stomach flip flopped. This was the guy. This was indeed, Derek.

In a daze she was lead by Derek to a table near a water fountain. He sat down across from her, but pulled his chair a little nearer, finally he asked, “Are you alright, my darling?”

Nadia was snapped back into reality. She found her words, “You, you look…” her voice trailed off. She couldn’t be cruel. Looks didn’t matter. Derek had a heart of gold and that would make him attractive…eventually.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said in his soft way.

“O-O-K,” Nadia said nervously. She could feel the fast plummet in her heart as she slowly, or rather, rapidly was falling from cloud nine.

Nadia, falling from cloud 9

Nadia, falling from cloud 9

Derek widened his large doe eyes and whipped out a book so quickly from under the table Nadia caught her breath. Derek nearly shoved the book in her face proclaiming dramatically, “THIS is FOR US!”

With her fingers, Nadia pushed the book away from where it had tapped her nose. She scrunched her eyes, reading the cover. Karate for Lovers. She couldn’t help but quizzically and frightfully raise her eyebrows.

“What is that?” she asked, wondering if she would even want to know.

Derek laughed a high pitched, shaky laugh. “My darling love, it is a book about karate I want you to read. Then I’ll teach you!” He said hopping up from his seat and chopping the air like he was on some kind of Chinese film.

Nadia bulged her eyes and grabbed his arm. People were staring. “That’s very…nice.” Derek kicked the air. Nadia chuckled looking around the room, hoping no one she knew was in here.

Finally Nadia urged him to sit down. He talked and talked about space and aliens; he talked about karate and his medications; he talked about how they would name their first son, Spock; he talked about his emotions and dragons and his passion for video games and he talked about their future wedding; With every word he spoke, Nadia felt any hope of this man being her soul mate die. How could she have not known all these things about him? In fact, she was at the point where she was longing to run away and pretend this never happened.

Suddenly Derek reached out his thin fingers with unnaturally long nails, Nadia noted, and touched her cheek. Nadia’s insides crawled. He leaned in forward. His rubber band lips were forming into a pucker. Nadia jumped to her feet.

“I’m-I’m so sorry Der-ek!”

Derek’s eyes grew huge and perplexed. “Passion flower, what is the matter? I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you. Come, don’t be so modest.”

Nadia shook her head, pretending he didn’t just refer to her as “passion flower”; “Derek, I’m just not sure about this-any of it. I think I just-I was engaged and I was emotional and I’m so sorry, Derek, but I think I’m not ready for this.” The words came out a tangled mess.

Derek’s eyes filled with tears. They ran down his bony cheeks.

Nadia felt terrible. She hated that she had caused him so much pain. “I’m so so so sorry! I wasn’t ready to meet anyone…and I just let me emotions run wild! I’m truly sorry, Derek.”

“You don’t ever want to see me again, do you?” He asked her in a whisper.

Nadia was a softy and Derek seemed nice enough, even though they had nothing in common they could at least be friends, right? “We can be friends still, if you want…” secretly she hoped he’d say no.

He stared off into space and then closed his eyes, squeezing out more tears. “I will die without you!” Nadia stood, speechless, then Derek added, “so I suppose we can be friends.”


Nadia and Derek never ended up getting married…and the friendship was a short lived catastrophe.


 I am a person who believes you can find the right person in many different places…the internet…maybe??? Sites like E-harmony and seem like the best avenues to meet someone online…if you MUST meet someone this way. But I would avoid it if possible. The thing about the internet and face book etc. is they only give you one view of a person. You don’t get to see how they react to situations in life (good and bad), you don’t get to see expression of emotion, you don’t get to see what it’s like just to hang out with them.  You are trusting pictures and words.We all are our best versions online. Many times we see someone online with a great picture, they say a few awesome things, and we fill in the rest of what we imagine them to be like with our “ideal/dream” person. We fall for them quickly without really knowing them because who doesn’t fall in love with a perfect person? If you decide to try this method of meeting your soul mate, be VERY CAREFUL and know what you want and know what to look for. You also MUST PLAN on meeting that person…and sooner rather than later.

What I am wondering is if anyone has a success story? I know they exist!! What do you think of internet dating…good idea or just inviting creepers into your life? Have you met your soul mate online? Does internet dating work? If so, what makes internet dating work? Does anyone have any internet dating fail stories?


The Wonderful World of Beards

This is a piece I wrote as a writing sample for a job with a small magazine! I hope you enjoy it too!


There comes a time in every male’s life where a boy becomes a man. Every boy is waiting for this moment. Their shaving cream and razors are ready. They have practiced dozens of time. They have picked out their aftershave. A boy will one day look in the mirror, as he has done every day for a while now, and discover those stiff little hairs sprouting out of his chin; finally it is official-he is becoming

a man.

Throughout the ages facial hair has been considered the “rite of passage” from boyhood to manhood. In many cultures and throughout history beards have been viewed as a sign of honor, strength, power and respect. Beard wearers also have been thought by some to be dangerous, sneaky or sloppy. Women love it and they hate it! Whether it’s good or bad, the ability to grow hair on your chin means something. Having facial hair is a trend that comes and goes, and right now it has taken over the men in the United States by storm. The business man clean shaven face is out. The rugged and tough face of a lumber jack is in. Whether it was the hipsters or Duck Dynasty, the beards are back and they plan on staying around, for a while anyway.

Deciding to embrace the tide and grow a beard? Beards can be a way to express yourself or to show your style or to make a statement. There are many different ways to shape your facial hair into something that gives people a little glimpse of your personality. Below is a list of ways to embrace your manhood and get growing!


The Wonderful

World of Beards


Full Beard (this is actually exactly what one of the characters in my novel I am writing looks like…without the beard!)

The Full Beard: Let your facial hair be the boss. The full beard is the long free flowing beard that is often integrated with a mustache.

Garibaldi: A wide, full beard with rounded bottom and integrated moustache.

Old Dutch: Think Amish. This is a large, long beard connected by side burns that flares outward in width at the bottom, without a mustache.

Jaw line beard: This is a beard that is grown right along the jaw line and chin. Other variations: the chin strap and chin curtain.

Neck beard: The entire face is clean shaven, only allowing hair on the neck to freely grow. Although lacking in popularity and attractiveness, this style has been donned by people like Peter Cooper and David Thoreau.

Circle Beard: Also called “doorknocker” for its resemblance to the brass object you use to knock on your neighbor’s door, this beard forms a circle around the mouth connecting the chin beard to the mustache.

royal beard

A simple version of the Van Dyke

Hulihee beard


Goatee: As the name suggests, the goatee is grown to resemble the fluff of hair on the chin of a Billy goat.

Van Dyke: What do you get when you merge a mustache with a goatee? You’ve got it! It’s the Van Dyke Beard.

Royale: If you want to feel like royalty then you may want to try this type of facial hair, a style popular among kings and emperors. This beard extends to the chin and is narrow in width, pointing at the tip.

Verdi: The goal of this beard is to display the moustache. The beard is short and rounded on the bottom; the cheeks are shaved; the mustache is thick and big.

Hulihee: Originating from Hawaii this style of beard entails a clean shaven chin with chops that flare outward and are connected at the moustache.

Friendly Mutton Chops: To achieve this look, start with long sideburns that thicken at the jaw line and are merged with the mustache. The chin is shaved clean and the beard kept tidy.

Designer stubble: Ready to embrace ruggedness but not a full-blown beard? Designer stubble is where you let your facial hair grow out, keeping it short and close to the skin. In the picture to the right, David Beckham sports designer stubble.

Designer Stubble

Designer Stubble

Now that you have some ideas on how to create a masterpiece with your facial hair…get growing!

What do you think of beards? What kind of beard do you have? What do you think of the beard trend, ladies?

D E R E K…man or monster?

Nadia looked at her phone, afraid to see how late it was. 2:04 AM. A day spent helping about 1000 people-packs of children, moms pushing obnoxiously sized strollers, couples walking hand in hand, and huge families that decided it would be a great idea to go to the zoo for their reunion were all in her work day future. She needed to turn in, she was exhausted.  But then she heard the little ding that had been her central focus for nearly a week. That had kept her awake till nearly 3:00 AM every night. Her eyes popped back up to the screen of her mac book to see she had a juicy message waiting. Her heart beat quickened as she opened the message from him- a man she thought didn’t exist – couldn’t exist.

Two weeks ago she had been engaged.  For all her life she dreamed of finding a good man and getting married and living happily ever after. It always seemed like it would be a piece of cake. Then came a slew of crummy relationships and a quickly ended engagement. They had all led her to doubt if  her dream of happily ever after could ever happen; or if real men even existed.  She was sick of getting her heart broken. Sick of being on a roller coaster ride of emotions. She was sick of the game of dating and for now she had enough of it! Becoming a nun and living a quiet life of celibacy was an idea rolling around in her head. Perhaps things would be easier that way.

And then he came along- the man who had been keeping her awake until the wee hours of the night – the man that caused her to hope again : Derek.



He didn’t come along like the other guys. Nadia was beautiful. Strangers were daily proclaiming her beauty to her. “I just have to tell you…you’re GORGEOUS!”; “You look exactly like Olivia Wilde!” ; “I want your eyes!” ; “You’re like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen!”  With her perfect figure, long thick golden hair, straight white teeth and bright green eyes, getting guys to notice her wasn’t difficult. In fact, getting guys NOT to notice her was the hard part. And right now she wanted nothing to do with the boys that ran around thinking they were men.

How Derek came along was subtle. He didn’t come along with a cheesy pick-up line asking for her number. He didn’t come along bragging about how much he could “lift”. He didn’t come along trying to impress her with jokes. He didn’t come along like most guys, which was why he was able to get close. He sneaked into her life through a lit-up rectangle screen and housed in a mysterious world known as …..“The Internet”.

Nadia never believed in meeting a man online and finding love by means of the internet. It was just plain weird in her mind. But here she was now…a week later, daring to believe in the impossible. Derek was so sweet and romantic. He made Nadia feel like she was the most amazing person in the world…and not just her body, her heart. He wasn’t cocky. He was humble and funny. Nadia glanced at his picture. Other than the fact he was an absolute gem personality-wise he was good looking…quite good looking. He had a dazzling smile that carved adorable dimples in his cheeks, he had big deep green and brown eyes with thick eyelashes and a full head of brown hair. He was like a thief in the night…the object of his desire…was her heart. And very quickly, he was stealing it. She read his message, her heart pounding.

“I know this is going to sound crazy…but I think I’m falling in love with you. In fact…I know it. I feel it in my heart. Do you ever just know things? I mean know them in your heart? I’ve never felt this connection with anyone…ever. I always used to think the idea of soul mates was stupid…until I met you…I feel like my soul is bonded to you somehow. Goodness! Is this crazy or what?”

Nadia gasped. It was crazy…but so romantic!  Part of her mind begged her to reconsider. Begged her to be careful. Begged her to at least wait until she met the guy when she went back to college in a week. The other part of her wanted to fall into his internet arms…confessing her love for him. They did have a strong…almost unreal connection after all. And he had made her heart feel alive and happy again. Could it be true? Could people fall in love on the internet? internet dating

A week later –

I looked at the computer screen that had an endless slide show of pictures of Nadia’s “internet man”, Derek, floating across it. He was pretty darn cute I even had to admit…in almost all of the 54 pictures he sent her. There was only one picture that confused me. A picture of “Derek” that barely looked like the handsome buck he was in all of the rest of the pictures. I actually couldn’t figure out how this person…could even be same person in the 53 other photos. Oh well. I knew I shouldn’t be shallow. According to Nadia, Derek was a rare find in a man. He was a gem. And his looks didn’t matter. Still I the whole thing was weird. I am a total romantic. I believed in love and in soul mates and I believed you could meet them in the craziest ways; but I was wary of meeting them through the internet. It just seemed so shady. So impersonal.  When Nadia told me how she thought she met “the one” two weeks after breaking up with her fiance, needless to say I was skeptical…but by the glow in her eyes I hoped it was true.

I supposed we would find out if it was true, if she had found the man of her dreams, in just about an hour…when she would met him face to face.

…To Be Continued…

What do you think of internet dating? Do you think it’s possible to find love online?