I am no longer intimidated by good-looking women. I've learned that they're not that scary. Average looking women bust my balls and reject me at about the same ratio as average looking women. But just a few months ago I never would have dreamed of writing to the most beautiful woman in Boston online dating with the expectation of getting a date with her. At the the time I was still completely freaking out about Nancy. I wrote to the most beautiful woman on the Internet because, like Nancy, she was also from Romania. She was a dark-haired version of Nancy, only 3 years older. Both her and Nancy were part of the mass exodus from Romania when the country went to hell after the revolution. The beautiful woman -- I don't know her name -- she never gave it to me, had fucking massive bulging cheekbones, a little round nose. Very round forehead. Such a perfect face. Reasonably sized and shapely breasts too. (I saw the cleavage.) There are perhaps a few women in their 20's who are physically more attractive than the beautiful woman, but only because of their youth. They were not born with the physical perfection of the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman said in her profile that she was taking a break from dating. One thing interesting about her was that she listed in her musical interests B.A.D (Big Audio Dynamite.) I thought that was very cool because nobody does this. She also liked The Clash and The Kinks -- my favorites. I wrote the following to the beautiful woman. Again, I did not intend to date her. This was a cry for help from a madman. It was perhaps a way for me to reach out to Nancy or reconcile with her loss. What really hurt me about Nancy was the way she dumped me, which was to abruptly terminate contact. I think that had she said good-bye properly, I could have handled it.
12/15/2008
I knew a woman from Romania once. Like you, she had nice big bulging cheekbones, was well-traveled, and knew a whole bunch of languages. She was from [UNDISCLOSED], which is not too far away from [UNDISCLOSED]. Apparently her family had done very well under Ceausescu, but she despised Communism. If I dared mention that I was a Socialist, she would have a complete wig-out. I tried to tell her that I did not support the Soviets, but she wouldn't listen. She really hated gypsies, but she loved the Jews. I could never understand why she hated gypsies. I know that I could never visit Bucharest now because I would think of her and miss her.
Have you ever been to Bucharest?
I was very surprised to find that the beautiful woman wrote me back three months later:
03/12/2009
I am from Bucharest, so I guess the answer is YES, I have been there. All Romanians hate gypsies, for various reasons.
So I wrote her back. This time I was trying to date her, though I was sure I wouldn't get beyond a first date on account that she was a lawyer and I am a hack computer programmer on disability. All I wanted to do was to sit down and talk to her and look at her for about ten minutes. I wanted this desperately. I wanted nothing more beyond this. If I could have this I would have much of what I ever wanted in life.
03/12/2009
It's only been about 3 months, yet it seems so long ago that I wrote you. I think you are one of the first women I wrote to on here, if not the first.
I can visit Bucharest now. But actually I'm much more interested in visiting Budapest.
Would you like to have coffee with me? It's on me. All that I ask for in return is for you to give me the low-down on why Romanians hate gypsies.
-Ed
She writes back:
03/26/2009
sure, just give me a call [UNDISCLOSED PHONE NUMBER].
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