Okay, so a little continuation of his first part. If you want to know the very beginning, you have to find him.

So I sent that PM, not really thinking about anything but wishing him a happy birthday. I had seen his picture before on OT, but did not know much about him. I am one of those peeps though, if there is a link, I will click it. He had a link to his journal, and I went there, and was touched and saddened by what I read. His past, his history, what he had been through touched me. I just wanted him to know that on his birthday someone was thinking about him.

Simple enough huh, that one pm lead to several more. None of them were anything more than friendly pm's. Discussing relationship issues that he was having and past ones that have helped shape who I am.

At that time there was nothing that told me it would go beyond talking on the computer. We discussed his current relationship, and a past one. We discussed his boys, and my son. That time was a very trying time for me and Ryan. It was during all the problems with him and the bus and at school. Actually, S. is the whole reason I began blogging. I mentioned to him that I had thought about it, to have somewhere to put a hard copy of what was happening because I knew as all mothers know, that me arguing with the school was not going to be enough.

We became quick friends. I understood him, and felt comfortable with talking to him. Within a few months we progressed to Yahoo messenger and email. I found out a lot about him, and found that we had a lot of the same outlooks about sex and stuff. To me I have always been able to separate romantic feelings from sexual desires. One can fuck without loving. That there are three different kinds of relations. Sex, that is just for the gratification, the release. Fucking, that is the toe curling mind blowing, animalistic gotta have it now kind. And then there is making love, which is reserved for two people, who care deeply, who have the need to show the other how much they love, and care.

I got to know the mother of his two boys. Not really though, but through him. And while I can see why she has made others run, his friendship was not something I wanted to let go of just yet. We progressed to email and YM, and one day I came home and a message was waiting for me, saying that he needed to talk. I sent one back and he started to tell me how J. pulled the boys out of his house because one had seen a picture of him kissing another girl that was not mommy. It was Shawns birthday, and S. was just devastated. My heart went out to him, and it broke with his story of how the boys cried. That night I did something that I am not prone to do over the internet.

He asked if he could call me, because he needed to talk. At first I was a little leary, I really had not done that before. There was very little that I had done online that I became comfortable doing with time, with him. That night, after thinking about it and getting Ryan in bed, I gave him my number. That one phone call started us on the path of many many more. So many that some nights I would totally use all the battery in one cordless and have to get the other one and switch back before we were even done.
That one phone call started us on not just a path of quickly becoming best friends, but also where we are now.

More to come...The next installment will include our first real meeting *wink*