Your first e-mail...
Listening to You talk about Your family and values and thinking, ''Now here's a really decent person''...
Working up the courage to ask You if You'd be interested in sharing a room in New Orleans (and assuring You that I'd make myself scarce if I came back to the room and found an 'Occupied' sign on the door - but secretly hoping that wouldn't happen)...
Being delighted when You said ''Sure!'' and thinking how wonderful it would be to spend even a few days in the company of 'someone like You'....
Realizing fairly quickly that I definitely had ulterior motives for wanting to share a room with You....
Realizing fairly quickly that You definitely had ulterior motives for wanting to share a room with me....
Counting the hours until the next phone call...
Hearing You say You loved me and thinking of the numerous reasons I should be running...yet knowing in my heart that the only place I wanted to run was to You...
Discovering the joys of phone 'intimacy' and thinking to myself that even over the phone, sex with You was better than with anyone I'd ever been with in the flesh (and it was)...
Becoming more and more convinced that my newfound interest in BDSM in general and submission in particular had more than a little to do with You...
Making the (joint) decision to find a way to be together, even if it meant O/our moving to Canada...
Making the decision to get married in Canada and then 'take it from there'....
Shopping with You online for rings, a dress, a tuxedo, and what You jokingly referred to as 'honeymoon in a box' (tent, blow up mattress, icebox) in preparation for O/our honeymooon at Pismo Beach....
Wondering what people would say when they heard what W/we were planning and deciding it didn't matter....
Being afraid that when You finally saw me in the flesh (I still didn't believe that You'd really noticed me in Vegas) You'd be terribly disappointed because I wasn't the 'polished' femme that I assumed You were used to...
Being delighted when You told me You were meeting me in Dallas where I was due to change planes rather than in New Orleans....
Arriving in Dallas and seeing, ahead of me in the distance, this larger than life butch with the snow white hair frantically looking around for someone amongst the crowds and knowing that someone was me...
Calling out Your name, seeing You turn, and then approaching You for what was to become O/our first kiss, O/our first embrace, O/our first physical contact....and knowing, beyond any doubt whatsoever, that I'd finally found home.
Less than a week later, and W/we were married. A few months later, and You moved to be with me in Israel. A couple of years later, and I brought You with me to the UK. And in all that time, I have never, not for a single moment, had any doubt at all that You were, are, and will always be The One. My one. My one and only. And to top it all (no pun intended) the only person I have ever known to whom I could willingly say, ''I am Yours'' and mean it.
I love You Daddy.
Your Jenny girl
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