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When Rons take over your mind....

So it's no secret Ron and I ended up together. At the retreat, we clicked. We sat up late talking about music--my little shuffle revealing Muse to him, each of us with an earbud in an ear.  After the lounge closed, he came back to my room (stop your dirty thoughts, I had a roommate!) and we watched Serendipity until I fell asleep in his arms. The next night we went to this awesome little Italian Restaurant, Mama Martino's and talked and talked...and the rest of the weekend we'll just say was stellar.
After I came back to Vancouver, I was still writing, but things changed. Especially after a visit to Toronto to see Ron in December....my head was just full of Ron.  I couldn't write about College Ron anymore. Luckily, Ron gave me something else to write about.  Turned out he wanted his own vampire, so I started a new novel. It was so much fun and I couldn't sleep with the ideas flowing through my head. I was up in the middle of the night writing feverishly.
I emailed my stories to Ron. We texted every day. And of course we had Skype and phone calls....I had to buy an unlimited long distance plan after the near heart attack my first Post Ron phone bill gave me. I was hooked, but I can honestly say (no matter how hard Ron finds this to believe) I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man the first time I looked into his eyes.
Well.....this lunch is not conducive to blogging...must return later...

When things got weird....

Ok, so back to the weird.  Here I was looking for my Edward, getting ready for my business trip/company retreat. I found myself looking around everywhere I went (well ok, the bus, the skytrain, work, the grocery store...that was about the extent of my going out) trying to find a potential. I saw nothing that interested me. When I started writing, I thought only finding the original Ron would suffice. I was determined. But then....fast forward to the retreat....ok the weekend prior...
I was flying out on Tuesday and so that weekend I was looking forward to just getting away for a few days. My Saturday at my dental assisting job flew by and made room for a weird Sunday. I was waiting and hoping College Ron would call, as I'd left a message with Uncle. Sunday morning my first patient was a Ron, last patient was a Ron....the license plate on the car in front of me had RON as part of its make-up. I don't usually believe in this kind of Fate stuff, but I couldn't help but see it as a sign. I don't really believe in prophetic dreams...but that night I dreamed of College Ron.  We were sitting together talking and he took my hand and said "I know you think you love me, but I'm not the Ron you're looking for." It was a dream that made me sad when I woke up and I saw it as a sign that maybe I wasn't going to find Ron.
Then a few days later, when I was looking into the most gorgeous, intelligent, hazel eyes in the world. I thought back to that dream and got goosebumps. You know in Serendipity when Jonathon tells his best friend "The universe keeps revealing her to me...." For the first time in my life I got to feel that way.
"Hi, I'm Ron Melanson!" (big grin....big sexy, gorgeous grin)

First Blog Ever!

Well, here I am...self proclaimed writer who's never even posted her own blog, so I thought what the hell? The problem is that I haven't been able to write for quite awhile now. And I've always been able to write.  I was writing scenery and events around me in my head when I was five. But it disappeared over the course of a few months a short time ago. I'm hoping just some everyday writing here will bring it back.
And what about that picture? Well that is the source of the most incredible inspiration I ever had. That, of course is Ron, my love. That is when I first met him during a retreat the company we both worked for, held.
Mine has been a life of ....well complications...so at the time I met Ron, we'll just say things were turning around for me. I was living in Vancouver, working 7 days a week, happy and satisfied in my boring routine. Then the first of several amazing things happened. My best friend at the time gave me a book for my birthday.  It was called Twilight.  I could NOT put it down.
I've always loved vampires, but there was just something different about this story. These books put a spell on you, they grab hold of you. Don't know why, but for me they held some kind of magic.
Now me, I was content in my loveless state before I read these books. The unluckiest person at love, I've had nothing but creeps, cheaters, abusers even, in my life with one exception before Ron...and ironically he was a Ron too....a far too brief college romance that left me shattered on the inside for years after it ended.
Now when I was reading New Moon the 'love' part of me was pretty much dead inside. I desired no relationship, wanted with all my heart to be alone and at peace for the rest of my days. Then I read the break up chapter. Now, this started a chain of events which changed my life forever. The pain that Bella felt mirrored that break up back in college and it started me thinking of Ron again. That, combined with the printed cocaine Stephenie Meyer was providing started a writing fury in me.  It was August and I was rushing home every day to write for every minute I could until sleep overcame my brain (briefly....I am a raging insomniac).
In about the space of a month I had almost 200 pages. Every minute I couldn't write was torturous. I not only was writing a very original vampire story that included my 'Edward' from the past....but new ideas were exploding inside my brain for other stories and I jotted them down as quickly as I could.
Then life was interrupted for a business trip....a trip I did not want to go on. Not only do I loathe and fear flying, but it really didn't fit with my writing frenzy. As well, I was on a frantic hunt to find the Ron from so long ago and I'd just had a break in my little detective case by discovering and having a phone conversation with College Ron's uncle. I wondered what he was doing, how his life had turned out, did he remember me with as much fondness? Would we ever see each other again...It had been almost 14 years.
It was a week before the biz trip...and that was when the real weirdness started.....