Break ups
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OK well, i had just gotten out of a short relationship which was mostly physical with a girl I worked with... not a great idea, i admit. Now this was the fall of 2000, when Napster still existed, so I was in my room downloading music and watching the Simpsons. I ran out of songs that I wanted to download so I went into the Punk chatroom to ask for any recommendations... of course nobody gave a straight answer so I forgot about it and kept watching the Simpsons...
A few minutes later, a private message popped up from somebody in the chatroom asking "Hey, do you skate?", so I replied "yeah, how'd you know?" and they replied "I recognized your name" (my nickname was Razorsk8, the kind of inlines I rode at the time)
It turned out that the person I was talking to was a German girl who was a sponsored skater by Salomon. So she gave me a URL to a site which had some of her pictures on it. I was blown away, she looked like Katie Holmes! So she gave me her ICQ number and email address.
After about a week, I realized I hadn't heard anything from her, so I decided to email her. Turns out she was at Rock Im Park in Nürnberg for a weekend and had forgotten about me. My email reminded her of me, and she thought that I must be a guy worth checking out.
We talked on ICQ for a few months and during that time I realized how much I was starting to fall for this girl, even though she was from Germany. My mother works for Air Canada so she proposed the idea that I could go meet her if I want and it wouldn't cost me very much. The girl (Anna is her name) approved the idea and invited me to come visit her, although she never thought I actually would.
So, in June of 2001 I flew to Munich to visit her. I was nervous as hell and left the airplane with giant pit stains. She was pretty nervous too, apparently, and smoked quite a few cigarettes before I walked out of the customs gate (she's not a smoker in the first place). I walked out and looked around for a few seconds before I heard "Curtis?" being called from a sweet little voice to my right. I turned and saw the most angelic face looking at me. She ran up to me and gave me a big hug.
I stayed a week with her, but it was enough time to realize that I wanted to see her again. Our first kiss was after a night out at a club when we came home late at night and sat outside in her backyard to watch the sun rise. She was resting her head on my shoulder, pretending to sleep, and I looked at her and gave her a kiss on her forehead... she looked up at me and smiled and slowly our lips met. It was the perfect first kiss... I'll never forget it.
Since then, we've visited each other many times. I've been there almost 20 times in the last (almost) 3 years, and she's been here about 7 times. We did everything together... snowboarding in the Alps, swimming in the ocean in Mallorca, the coffee shops in Amsterdam. Those moments are the most precious times in my life, and I can't imagine sharing them with anyone else.
She's so beautiful and so special to me and every time I think that I won't get to fly to Germany to see her again it breaks my heart. I feel split in half, and I dread the day that I won't get to talk to her again since we've talked almost every day since October 2000. I'm going to miss her terribly.
Hope you enjoyed the condensed version of my story :P