Mother of One and One to Come

"Vvvvrrrrrrroooooooooomm." A slight turn, straighten out, and we were parked in the parking lot of WalMart. There was six of us packed into a one small passenger car. We didn't care, we were Hmong. Hmong people always do that, it was our way of carpooling. We would always stack loads of people into one car as long as we could hold each other in our laps and the car would still be able to move, we were fine with it. "Bpumt, bpumt, bpumt, bpumt," our doors shut quickly and we flocked into the store. Straying across the parking like a pack of wolves in the burning cold of winter. The concrete ground was wet in melting snow as each step we took seemed heavier.

"Ahhhh," we had finally made it inside the warm store. It was like the Cambell soup commerical were the little child comes inside the house as a snowman, but the first sip of soup, she melts and becomes the lovable child again. I asked my sister, "Aren't you going to get a cart, we'll need one?" She didn't hear me due to the loudness of other conversations going on around. I asked her again and heard this time, grabbing a cart with it.

Luckily, this time we didn't get one of those retarded carts. You know, the ones where one of the wheels is lifted higher and when you push it, it makes this sound that catches everyone's attention. It rattles back and forth as if its life depended on it, but never falls off. Well, we continued to walk pass the WalMart greeter, "Hi, welcome to WalMart."

I glanced down the long strip of walkway and I saw someone I recognized. Nervous she would say something, I tucked behind my brother-in-laws. Blending in among them as if I were hidden, nobody could see me. We walked right pass her. She didn't recognize me. Then all the sudden, like a lion hiding from it's prey, she appeared.

It was my ex-girlfriend and her sister. She sighted my sisters and rushed towards them to greet them with hugs. I tried to appear as a shadow behind my brother-in-laws so she wouldn't notice me being there. It didn't work too well, she pushed through my brother-in-laws like the running back of a football team. The quaterback hands off the football to the running back and he rushes through the defensive linemen, pushing over whoever is in the way, until he is brung to a pit stop. Only to change his tires like in Nascar racing.

She grabbed hold onto me and hugged. I didn't know what to do, this girl was my ex-girlfriend and she was currently married. What am I supposed to do? My mind filled with guilt. I can't hug back this girl that I once left behind for she is married. She belongs to another man, if people were to see me do this, they would have said I wanted her back. All the sudden it seemed to me as if the whole world was looking at me, eyes peering one on one from every which corner of WalMart.

Her mom stood not too far away and walked up. I gently patted her on the back, hoping she would release me. Then, it was over. She let go and asked me how I was doing. Of course, we all know that if I was doing bad, I would just say I was doing good. And so I replied, "I'm good, how are you?" Suddenly, my sister interrupted. Thank goodness she did, and my ex-girlfriend's attention sway away from me.

I greeted her mom politely, "Nyob zoo os phauj." She glanced at me in confusion. She had forgotten who I was. She asked me who I was. I reminded her my name was Peter. In an instance, she asked about my schooling and if I was done yet. I told her I had just finished this year and was looking for a job. She then continued on to invite me to visit them. Polietly I told her when I had the chance to and wasn't so busy I would come and visit them. We all know that's a lie though, you just want to sound poliet.

When their daughter is your ex-girlfriend and is married, you never visit them anymore. Hugging a mother of one and one to come is a crime of the heart. Even as bad as she wants me back, she is a married woman. I rather not be included in a love scandal.

Beast to beauty

About a year ago, around the same time. It had just hit the beginning of the cold winter, with frostbites waiting for you to go outside just to leech on to you and drag you down with the common cold. My brother had met a this girl online. He told me about her, about how ugly, beast-like she was. She was huge and wanted him desperately. Yet, he wanted nothing to do with her. It was like they were opposite ends of the magnet, no matter how she wanted to stick on to him, he just leaped away like a frog.

He had shown me her picture, and sure enough she was a beast. A beast of no description. One that even scientists would find as a new creature upon our beloved Earth. With her looks, not even the world's ugliest animal would turn her way. She either had to be forced into a marriage or she wasn't going to get a husband. You know, us Hmong people, girls can force a guy into marriage by faking he did this and that to her. She could even fake pregnancy but for us smart guys, there's always DNA test.

I laughed silently to myself and told him, "Dude, why don't you just be nice to her." He gestured at me with an evil sin upon his face. I could tell from his face, he wasn't going to be nice to her. I could tell because he's my brother. He had already thought of one million different mean things to say to her in his mind. And yet, this girl plead with him to give her a chance. He refused, like the general in the war, refusing to back down. The general would do whatever it takes to defeat the enemy and keep his men alive. She told him, "You watch me, I'll change for the better." He laughed in her face, like a little kid geeking out about some stupid yo mama joke.

A few months pasted by, and it was about the start of summer again. Spring had brung us showers of rain, and uproar a bundle of freshly grown plants and animals. The sun had started it's inclined of heat and it was time to play. But here, my brother was online chatting with internet girls again for a quick moment. He had met this girl who knew him by name. She had every little detail about him, like she was his girlfriend. She was very stalker-like.

My brother glanced at her pictures and yet nothing clicked on in his mind. He still said, "Nope, I have no clue who you are." She mentioned upon her name again and my brother thought back in time. His mind time traveling like the movie, Back To The Future. Or even yet, his mind warp like the Terminator back to save Sarah Conner with all the lighting. Probably without the naked men though.

Then suddenly, he figured it out. The light came on in his head. Sherlock had solved the mystery once again. She was the beast. The beast had completed did a 360 flip. She was another person. It was like she went to the Tyra Bank show and got a makeover. My brother laughed still and said, "Peter, look what happened to that ugly girl." I took one look and replied, "Woah, you sure she didn't photoshop?"

And then we left her talking to herself...

Bear nobody could bare...

I had just finish putting rice in the rice cooker to cook as I sat in front of my computer. I know, most Hmong guys don't cook but hey it's always useful to know how so you won't die of starvation. Yeah, probably in the US, majority of us guys don't know how to cook anything much. But it's okay, we have moms, sisters, and sometimes wives. We are dependent on them as they are dependent on us. It's how the world works; we are the Yang, while they are the Yin, together we're Yin-Yang. Majority of the time, girls will say they can live without us lazy bums, but it's never true. They need us as much as we need them. Saying this reminds me of Captain Planet, "With your powers combined, I am Captain Planet!"

My thoughts had just collected like the small child picking up blocks. One by one stacking them on top of another. Building their castle of the almighty. Click, click, tap, tap, tap, I was connected to HP for another unpredicted journey. As I logged on I noticed a stranger. Someone bright and open, trying to make friends; even to go as far looking for a girlfriend. You can always tell these type of people, even in real life, they have this brightness to their face and would always talk friendly with you.

I spoke to him and he sounded like a likable guy. But the moment he tried his luck to a fair lady, he was turned down. It was like he was cursed was bad faith. He was the guy at the claw machine. You know, those claw machines they put up at your local stores and arcades. You can move the claw freely at your will and make it drop before the timer ends. You're always eying your prize and your heart beats so hard just to see if the claw will grab on tight. But I tell you, those claws are rigged. Those claws never able to grab anything. You mind as well throw your money away. The few times you actually get a prize, it was because the claw caught something. Likewise, this stranger, the bear had such trouble with the ladies.

I observed him from a quiet distance, like a sniper up in a crow's nest. I carefully scoped him and looked at his connections. You could see his every moment and read his every word. Then I noticed, out of no where it seemed he had a chance. A girl, a girl had asked for his MSN. Did his claw finally catch onto a prize by mistake or have his claws been tighten? He was so happy, he came to be exclaimed, "Peter, Peter, did you see that, a chick asked for my MSN?" I replied to him in surprise, "Yeah, I saw that, give it to him." You could see it in the character of his typing, he was joyful. Even his words smiled.

He was like a little child on his birthday. Lights out, candles lit, big birthday cake, and presents. Everyone was chanting the happy birthday song. As you look in the child's eyes, you could see it open wider and see the flames reflect in his eyes. As the song eyes, someone gestures to make a wish. He takes his deepest breathe, one inhaling so deep, his entire lungs filled with air; only to blow like the windy kite days.

The bear had disappeared with his prize. I was left to amusing myself with the losers of HP. I associated myself with some goodie girl, who could most likely be a man on the other screen. For all he and I knew, we were what we said we were. Then a few friends came by, everyone set their greetings and quietly sat back to watch the screen, only to reply when their name was mentioned. Most of us claim to be doing something else when weren't replying, but truth is we were just waiting for someone to say something to us.

Then his name flashed by again, Teddy. My bear buddy had returned but not with a smile and so quickly. I glazed on over as he sadly mentioned, "She saw my picture and said she'd be right back and never returned." Now, the child with the birthday cake had open his present, only to find he got some gift he didn't want. Some gift of no meaning, no fun, not even worthwhile to look at. This child had shed a tear, so silently that his sadness echoed in his heart. Now the birthday party was ruin, it was the worst day ever. Not even a sunny bright day where you were forced by your parents to stay inside, while your friends laughed and played was as bad as this.

I didn't know what to say to him. I was clueless, mentionless, not even one advice to give him. Yet again, Teddy was the bear, nobody could bare...

My brother, the fireman...

"cough, cough, cough" I echoed in the quietness of my dark room. All you could see was my computer screen lit. The brightness glowed like at the end of a tunnel. All you heard was the constant cough coming from my rasping throat and my fingers pressing down on keys. My fingers hit the keys so fast, it seemed like a machine gun. Like in those war movies, "ta-ta-t-a-tat-at-" and the enemy would be shot down. Never again to stand up.

Yet I wasn't in the middle of a war zone battling my heart out, I was again casted away in the ocean of HP. My mind so concentrated towards the screen. You could say, not even a bomb would of moved me. I was glued there; my dad always yelled at me for this. He says that I spend too much time on the computer and that I should go out and do something productive. There's never anything productive to do, at least in my mind set. Hmong parents are always like that, when you stay home they think you should go out and have fun, when you go out and have fun they think you are being too bad and should stay home. Can't they just make up their minds?

Today, I was online chatting with that one special girl. The special girl that I have met on HP. She was like such an eye opener to me. I never met someone like that before. When I talk to her, I get that feeling, the feeling where it burns inside of you. You know, they always say your heart doesn't have feeling to it, well it does when you're in love. You can feel the constant urge and rush that it has, every heart beat sounding to echo throughout your whole body. I have charmed my way into this wonderful girl's heart. I knew she liked me from the start, most likely just because of my dimples. But oh well, I saw her pictures and she was a goddess. She was everything a guy could ask for: beautiful, educated, tall, skinny, long hair, beautiful beautiful smile.

Constantly we would flirt back and forth on HP. It was to our own excitement. We would act as if we were dating, of course everyone not knowing any better thought it was real. Rumors spread faster than I could log on HP. You know how Hmong people are, we love gossiping. It's one of our favorite pass times. You could tell one thing to a Hmong person in California and expect it to be heard in North Carolina by tomorrow morning. That's the power of word of mouth. Anyways, we were dating yet, so my brother, the fireman talked to her too. I'd just say, we both have equal chances to talk with this person. It wasn't like we were sharing but we weren't greedy either.

Days on in and days out, me and the fireman continued to talk with her. We seized opportunities to talked to her as she was a busy person and disallowed us the chance to call her. She was always about keeping her phone a secret away from us, while she could only call us on her own time. Never the less, we continued to fight our through.

Finally one day, I convinced her to give me her number. Took me like an hour and a half, but the time spent was so short in my time frame. As time spent trying to get her number was time spent well with her. I was happy and joyful that she would spend this uncounted time with me. I could just feel it, we were made for one another. I would call her before her classes and after I got off my classes. Sometimes, when we were both free, we would call my brother, the fireman. A three way conversation here and there was quite the interesting time.

Months went by and it was time. I finally finished college. It was time for me to move back. This was the most incredible time of my life. I have finished college making my parents proud. And even yet, I impressed this girl of the faint heart. She thought I was really something as I was only 20 and finished college. We now have grown to a constant talk everyday, even at times falling asleep on the phone. Then she'd wake up in the middle of the night to check if I was still there, if I didn't answer she would call back and wake me up. She would tell me I was snoring and she would go back to sleep; I soon after her.

She was such a sweetheart, at the same time I charmed my way into her heart, she slowly stole me away too. The more we convinced one another, it seemed the more she forgot about my brother, the fireman. I have felt this deepness of being a thief. It seemed as if I have stolen this princess from my brother, the fireman. It was as if I was the bad in the in story and he was the superhero. I have kidnapped his bride in training. But at the same time, I was having the ride of my life.

Things magically happen, we haven't decided our fate yet. There was always something in question that I never knew about her. It's like those times, where you meet someone new. They always act nice to you but you don't really know how they feel for you. It's like they are hiding something, standing in the shadows just waiting for you to walk over into the dark side and join them. Once you get there, they'll reveal the secret, but not until you're complete obsessed over them.

Our tale ends here today, but our love never ceased to die. It continues on to find love of the unexpected, but that's a story for another day...

Tus Hlub Nyob HmongPride.com

Brisky afternoon, I rush on down the driveway, only after I have press the button for the garage to close down. The winter air surrounded as if when you hit nature's bee hive and bees swarm to attack you. I could feel the coldness crawling up my legs with everyone swift movement. I made it to the door, quickly fiddling through my keys to get the correct key. My door opens with my mom behind it. "Oh, hi mom," I said with a breath of coldness.

I take off my shoes on the doormat as all of us Hmong people do. We find it polite to leave our shoes at the door or perhaps so we can keep the carpet clean. I glide on down the stairs and grab a seat in front of my computer. I could see the blue icy lights still glowing around my computer tower. Darn, I forgot to turn it off. I move my mouse to awaken the great beast, laser shined from underneath.

"Click, click, click, click..." and I was back on HmongPride.com. HP has become a custom for me. I automatically attend here here as if I was the prefect school boy who goes to school everyday. Even if I was sick, I wouldn't dare skip. I would wander myself into HP and be welcomed by your friendly HP addicts or at least they try to be kind.

"Hrm," I thought to myself. There was something new, something different. It's like when you leave your room soundly, then return to find something misplaced, you know right away someone has touched your stuff. I looked at the chatters and what do you know, there's a new name on the board. Someone who I haven't talked to before, nor asked for her picture. As I am very well known for pursuing numberous amounts of pictures. I look at pictures like the little boys at the soccer tournaments look at their newly collected YuGiOh cards.

I start off with the everyday common line I always say to any newcomer, "Hi Neanie, share your picture with me?" To my surprise, she replies, "Hi Ninja." Skips a few lines and continues, "I'll share mines if you share me yours first." "Blah!" I thought to myself, what nonsense. I really believed girls should be more poliet towards us guys and share when we ask first. If they asked me, I would share first; but for a trade that is.

Cunning enough, I replied back, "Share yours first and I will share mines with you too." Our childish play went on for a few minutes. We ere like two little kids fighting over who gets to ride the swing first. We couldn't have just understood that either way, we would get our chance on the swing. So I pursued my rampage on this girl like fire ants of Africa. You stumble onto their home and you're in for a surprise. You'll be eaten alive if you don't hurry out.

She finally gives in to my productive ways. She flashes by her Myspace and says, "Add me then, after I see you, I'll delete you." I was sure enough, I didn't care whether or not she kept me on her buddies for long or not. I just wanted a quick glance at what she looked like so next time I would remember who she was. Just like those little kids at the tournament, even though you can't have the cards in their deck, you still look at their cards so you know what it looks like. Sometimes you just look to admire them and then you have them sticky-hand Hmong kids who take off with your favorite YuGiOh cards.

I added her on Myspace and what do you know. She was a pretty girl. Now I know why she was hesitating to share me her picture first. She thought I was one of them internet predators who come on here to sweep young girls off their feet. Or perhaps she thought I was just another ugly desperate guy who asks girls for all their pictures so I can carefully masturbate to them in the pits of night. But never the less, I returned back into the chatroom. I asked her, "Are you still going to delete me?" She kind replied now with a smilie face, "No, I'll think about it." Then she commented me, "I might want to keep you around, just so I can look at your dimples."

A small flame burst inside of me, then my innerself wanted to laugh out loud. Of course, I knew she had found that I wasn't one of those internet predators or desperate perverts. She then scrambled together to ask me of my information. I kind present her with my not-so-interesting self. Then popped the question, "Are you really 21?" I laughed in an instance reply, "Why, don't I look 21?" She said, "No." I laughed again, "Why would I lie about my age?" She then suggested, "I don't know, I just didn't want to be child molesting."

Carefully, I questioned her. I was the host of the show, I had the microphone. I interviewed her like a talkshow host, "What's your name?" She quietly responded, "Maichou." I continued, "Can I call you Mai, or Chou?" Quickly she typed back, "Mai is okay, but I would really prefer Maichou or MC." MC it was, I continued to call her MC for the rest of our conversation.

A clocks just ticked as if we were one, and the time matched perfectly. And yet the day was ending, so she hurried to say goodbye and left. I had to await for her return another day...

Peace of HP, piece of my heart...

Awkward enough, it was a stubborn night. Sitting in my basement, or shall I say my room in the classification of the dark, I could hear the cars running on our busy street. I was bored, the bored where you do one thing, but it just doesn't entertain you so you try something, but still it doesn't make a difference. What was I supposed to do?

I glazed across my computer screen gently staring out into openness of my desktop. Icons piled on one another with nothing important. I still had nothing to do. My finger steadily click down on my mouse button with a slight clicking noise. Firefox popped up and I clicked onto HP. Of course HP is saved on my favorites. Not only that, I put it on my quicktab just so I can access it quicker. You know HP is like those carnival. When you're older, you always look at carnivals and say it's for kids to go on, but then when you get on one ride, you forget the sense that it's for kids to go on only. You keep going for more and more rides. Next thing you know, you've been on every ride you could and won the most prizes with your luck. Well, HP draws you in the same way.

"SaLaVoNg NiNjA", I enter in the login box. I click connect. Java loads up and a window pops up. Finally, I'm on HP again. Once more, the regulars are there chatting about. They have nothing to say but ramble about nonsense that happened. Then you have occasional person who makes fun of everyone and anyone, the prevert who talks about his own penis as if he did himself in the butt, the slutty girl who's really a guy, the stuck up girl who won't share her picture.

Then there was her. She spoke so nicely and kindly. Her array of kindness just freshen the air in HP. It was magical, as if it were a dream. Her sentences prefectly with a capital letter and ending with a period. How could this be? Which girl does that? I thought to myself, "Gee, none of these freaks could ever type like that unless they were really an innocent girl."

Yet enough, I carefully looked at the name of the user. Her name was as if her character suggested. Her icon embracing the circular shape with lines intersecting, resembling the symbol of peace. And to my surprise, she too was named Peace.

I quickly tried to grab her attention, "Hello Peace." She replied back to me with a smile, "Hi Ninja." My mind was dancing. I was doing the salavong in my head all by myself. Dancing around this one girl. For those who don't know what the salavong dance is. It's that dance that our parents do at the new years. They go around in circle, waving their hands back and forth like the branch of a tree that gets pushed around by the wind. I was in my mind, in the pits of cloudiness circling round and round.

What was she? Better yet, who was she to cast this spell upon me? It was as if I have wander in the 10,000 year old prymaid and revealed the curse of a mummy. A curse so deadly, that even Hmong shamans gathered from the four corners of Earth couldn't heal the curse. I had be head over heels for her, but yet I only heard a simple greeting of kindness.

"You have been kicked for post voilation." flashed across my screen. What? I have been kicked from HP. My mind went into blankness, what just happened? I haven't even had the chance to reply back to this wonderful girl and yet, I have been kicked. "Great," I thought to myself, "I'm such an idoit." Why have my mind frozen in the middle of compling for her?

I quickly press connect to return to my frozen stupidness. Where was she? Where is the one that creates such an earthquake in my heart. I waited upon the clock. Time slowly passed on by, every second grappling me tighter and tighter with a rope. I could feel the strain, the pain just waiting for her return. Was she going to return or was I to rub a magic lamp with no genie in it, but pure dust? It was as if, all the leaves on my tree branches have fallen off. I am bare naked, with the wind blowing at me. Colder and colder it got, like the arctic breeze gently cutting at your skin in the midst of winter. My heart sank into a thousand pieces on HP.

I glare onto a bright screen, looking for the name of this pure soul and happiness to return...

I fell in with an IbHmoob member...

It was like love at first internet connection. The first thing that popped into my mind was when I got online. It's like when you're new to MSN messenger and someone says HI to you. You're all excited that you got your first IM. You're like OMG, I must be special. Then you open the IM to reply back to them saying HI. Then the conversation turns into dust. Usually goes from "How are you?" "I'm good, and yourself?" to staring at the blank screen waiting for the other person to respond back.

But this was like none other. This time it was like I talked to her and she talked to me. Non-stop. Can you believe it. It was like magic. It was like we were meant for one another. The pieces of the puzzle just line up perfectly. No jagged edges, not even a crease to make it difficult. I could talk to her for hours on and on and on. We talked endlessly. I knew we were so in love cause every night before she left, she would say "I love you." I was so happy at times. You know the happy where you're clueless to what to say to her. Whether you tell her you love her too, but then she might you're trying to get in her pants and that you're easy; or you don't say it, and she'll be left to wonder if you really feel the same way towards her.

So I took a wild shot and I said it. "I love you." My heart was racing on so hard. Even the nudge on MSN isn't as powerful as my heartbeat. My heart was going so fast that even cable internet had a hard time keeping up with, my heart was overclocking even my processor. Sweats were running down my face, all way down to my feet. The hair on my back stood so hair, I swear I grew an inch. Could this be the feeling of love? Could it? I couldn't come to think of it. I have never fell in love with an IbHmoob member before so I didn't know. I was clueless as a child would be with a condom. It was like I have been blindfolded then spun around in a circle till I was so dizzy I wanted to vomit. Then I was dropped off in the middle of no where to wander about. Wobbling back and forth trying to get my grash of where I was and at the same time catching my balance.

Then I suddenly came back to the world. Just like a light was shining straight from heaven into my room. As if Zordon had teleported the Power Rangers right back to the Command center. I was so grateful. I knew this was love. Not just any ordinary love. It was love like in the Korean Dramas that I used to watch in my alone time. The kind of love that is so magical, that you only see in Disney movies. This was the kind of love that our parents would tell us in stories that happened so long ago with no happy ending. But this, I was sure, it would have a happy ending. Wait, I would make it so there would be no ending to our love.

And there, I knew I was in love with an IbHmoob member. Her name is...

The HP girl who stole my heart...

So then, it started as everyday, the sun rose in the east. Slightly peeking out of my eyes, hearing the annoying alarm clock buzz at me to get up. I couldn't press the right button for it to snooze so I decided to get up. It was one of those days, where all the buttons on the alarm clock didn't turn off the alarm, you had to unplug that thing. I jumped to my feet and wandered off into the shower. Slowly scrubbing away at all the dirt that I have picked up during my restless night.

Then I turned on my computer. I sat down, typed in my computer password. You know, I like to keep a password just incase someone logs on my computer. You never know, they might just steal your naked pictures or see that you've been watching porno. But that's not the point. First thing I did was check my email on MSN. Nope, nothing. So then I decided to log on HP. As for you who don't know what HP is, it's HmongPride.com. It's some chat site for us losers to go chat on. But yeah, I go there for the hell of it.

Never did I suspect, I would find a true love on there. I logged in and there was this girl. Her icon was never the less, a shape so wonderful, as if the bright speckles in the night sky glazing around the moon. The color of pure royalties covered the insides of her icon. She was a purple star. Hence her name was STARR too.

The moment I saw her name, my heart was enlighten with love. My eyes speckled like the burning fire in the mist of the Alaskan forest. Where you can see nothing for miles on, but the tiny fire burning slowly, slowly, slowly, trying to keep warm. Also, not be eaten by polar bears and being careful not to melt all the snow or you'd be in a puddle. I double clicked on her name to send her a private message. But, OMG, I couldn't. The admin of HP had turn off the private messaging. I couldn't do it. So then I was struck with a decision.

Either I was going to let her go by while all the other hungry savage guys on HP gnaw at her, or was I going to jump in there with all the savages and rescue her from the heart of danger? Then inside me, came this burst of energy. Kind of like in the Grinch where in the end he finally became good. His heart grew bigger as my love for this girl grew bigger too. I suddenly had the courage to type to her. I typed, "Hi Starr."

She replied back to me, "Hi Ninja." In my mind, this little child was going, "*Blush* Omg, she talked to me." I felt like I could win the powerball over and over again. And yet I had nothing more to say to her. Then I thought quickly to myself to say something before she ignores me and think I'm some loser kid on HP. "Do you have a picture to share with me?" I asked her out of quietness. She goes, "No."

I had to see her picture. I needed to see. Maybe I should bribe her into letting me see it. So I offered her my picture. She then looked at me with a glare smilie face emotion and said, "I already seen." My heart panicked, "How did you see my picture already?" I asked her surprisingly.

I had nothing more to say, for she wasn't interested in me. But, I wasn't going to give up. If I were to give in now, she would think I'm just another loser guy like all those other guys. I then asked her again, this time, as I typed the word, I said it out loud in real life, "Please share me your picture. =)" Then I bothered the heck out of her till she gave it to me.

Omg. When I saw her picture, I knew I was in love with her. She stole my heart. And so the journey begins...