If a guy wants to show me how pretty he is, he is probably a douchebag.

So picking up from my last post about that Asian guy named Mike...

It took many years for Ching to fess up to other people how we really met.  He would tell people that we met through a friend.  Little did they know that he had to log on to this friend to meet chicks. (Christ, it sounds like porn!!)  Back in 1999, Ching and I met through a site called Matchmaker.com.  (I just checked..the site is still there.)  I found out about the site through a colleague that was using it as well.  Very intrigued, I logged on and created a profile.  I didn't need a picture.  Back then, you tended to stay away from profiles with pictures.  (If a guy wants to show me how pretty he is, he is probably a douchebag.)

I thought this mode of meeting someone was freaking genius.  It allowed me to scan through several men in record speed without having to leave my desk.  I have never been known as inefficient.  Within two weeks time, I was having an e-mail conversation with some guy named Mike. (Of course, he wrote to me first...) I could tell he was very smart.  While his profile said that he was a CPA and studied at Boston College, he also was a very good writer because his e-mails were quite funny.  Score (holy shit!!)..quantitative and verbal at the same time!!  He would also give me a little crap here and there about my profile answers.  He was very good natured, yet ballsy about it, too.  Never did he end his snark with that crap, "just kidding".  He said it and he would never try to take it back. Awesome..he owned it every God damned time.

I began to notice that he would sign his messages as "CCW".  I came out and asked him one day "Hey, if your name is Mike, why are your initials, CCW?"  He came clean.  He told me that his name was Ching.  Like he was reading my mind, he then quickly followed up with a "You will get used to it."  Since his name is very ethnic, he chose something very generic for total anonymity.  So Mike374 was actually Mr. Ching Wang.  (The whole "getting used to the name" ; you might think that it's not a big deal but imagine yelling "Ching!!" in Target on a busy Sunday..people do look.")

We agreed to meet on September 1, 1999 at Sonsie on Newbury Street.  He was waiting for me at the front.  And when I saw him, I knew.  Every being in my snarky assed body knew...I absolutely didn't fall in love with him at first sight..I didn't know him.  I just had a very comfortable feeling about him that I recognized from some where that I couldn't place.  Then I knew.. this man was the man I was going to marry.  I recognized him as my husband.  Of course, I didn't tell him that.  Holy Fudge..If I had said that..I would have sounded like a clingy freak about to knit baby booties and he would have hit the road in a flash and left me with the check. Yeah, ladies, you know.

So I was just very cool about it..there was no reason not to be.  I knew this was my man Ching Wang and the future Mr Jude Carlson.

During the night, there was this little voice that said, "don't muck it up".  And I didn't..holy shit, I didn't.  My jokes were smooth, my comebacks cut like a knife.  He laughed without abandon.  Ching is a man that has his shit together..cool corporate demeanor but when he laughs..all (the late) Chris Farley.  So amazing...I am not going to lie, it felt pretty hot when he laughed at my jokes.  It was also 88 degrees in the restaurant.

This guy was smart..I could finally bring a boyfriend home to my mom and sister.  See..all three of us ( my mom, Jess and me..) we like to toy with stupid like cats clawing at balls of yarn... My man Ching (during this date, he was mine) I knew he could hold his own.  He would be a match to my mom and sister..finally..

When the check came, I tried to pay--the entire bill and then just for my part of dinner.  He insisted to pay the entire bill.  I made it clear that we were not knocking boots if he paid.  He laughed and I was his forever...Happy Valentine's Day from a skeptic...but it can happen!  As a post script, Ching did try to make a move and try to come up to my apartment..he was sent home....because at that time, I was all attijude and didn't even know...

I am blessed..regardless of the snark, I know that I am blessed....(the bitchy snark will come up again tomorrow..)