Well, my very first blog. It's something I've avoided for a long time due to the way my friends, nay, my culture, views the existance of such a thing. Blog is a dirty word among the hardcore computer nerds, and I think I qualify quite nicely.
I was married two weeks ago, March 15th, 2008. It wasn't exactly the wedding most women have, or dream of, planned out for months, even years until everything down to the last doily is perfect. At the beginning of the year my darling fiance said to me "next time I visit, we should get married, even if we're seperated again, I want to be able to call you my wife."
He said this from Cincinnatti, Ohio. 10,000 miles from me in the far south of Australia.
We met in January 07. Maybe not "met", but first spoke. Back then I was known solely as a cantankerous, outspoken paladin, he as a quiet and reliable mage. Oh yes, we met on World of Warcraft. The guild that nursed our characters from conception also nursed our relationship, though we didn't know it yet.
I had been going through a bizarre phase of internet relationships, still reeling from a real betrayal of a man who I then considered to be the love of my life. I spent my nights nearly unconscious on painkillers, valium and vodka, sitting in front of my computer. Like the other members of my guild, I lived alone, seperated from my family and estranged from my friends. WoW, while no substitute for real interaction, provided us all with a bizarre comfort, a tight knit family.
My prolific relationships were always entertaining. The others roared with laughter about my newest tale of male stupidity, pressing "/who" to find out who the newest sucker was. A rogue with a thick Virginian accent, a warrior whose entire life revolved around getting his new sword, a shaman who wouldn't stop pestering me. The man who would eventually become my husband laughed loudest of all as we roamed around the countryside, levelling together.
I continually butted heads with a warrior in my guild, the scathing barbs flew back and forth in guildchat whenever we both had some spare time. Again, an activity everyone found hysterical, no one moreso than me. Finally the enjoyment we took from this activity was admitted by both of us to be a little more than blowing off steam. Our exuberant relationship became the talk of the entire server until his painfully shallow attitude destroyed things. For the first and only time, I got dumped for being too fat, something I found laughable as I could do with losing a few kilos, but I'm hardly obese.
If our relationship had been blazingly vocal, the aftermath was explosive. The jibes took a cruel turn, both of us more than once ending up in tears. After each round I would turn to my faithful questing partner, not to talk but to blow off steam by killing monsters. This was in July 07.
Suddenly, this bizarre world of disembodied voices, questing and raiding, midnight talks about boss strategies, took a turn for reality.
Kdubya and I started flirting, which quickly dived into a realisation that we wanted to be together. He immediately made plans to visit in September. The word marriage was quick to be mentioned, as the only way we could explore a relationship together without legalities keeping us apart. But soon the legalities weren't mentioned, it was just the two of us, wanting to be together always.
I had just turned 20, and was not a person especially prone towards the actual intimacies of a relationship. I freaked out, told him that he was not to propose, or assume I would marry him, until we had met in person.
September arrived, he stepped off the plane and into my arms. From the first word he spoke I knew that not only was he just as amazing in person, but even moreso. On the third day he knelt in front of me and presented me with a diamond ring.
And so we come around again to January 08. His next visit was planned for his birthday, March 22nd. I told him I was more than willing to marry him when he next visitted, but no way would it be a registry office thing. In two months the wedding was organised. Dress bought off the rack, flowers arranged hastily, the only church and restaurant available in town booked for the day.
And it was perfect.
On the honeymoon night I realised that in my rush I'd forgotten to pack contraception, so like all the other gloriously split second decisions in my life, the question came out casually. "So, should we start TTC or should we not have sex on our honeymoon?"
So now we're trying for baby #1, half black, half white, half american, half australian, wholely loved, cared for, and anticipated.