She's From: United States
He's From: United States
Hi, my name is Sean and I have a love
story to tell.
I was born in 1973, in California, without
hands and with a slight speech impediment.
The doctors thought I would die in a week
because I was also born with a very small mouth, not even a straw can
slip through it. The doctors were wrong and I grew up, adapting to life
during my youth.
It was hard. Girls, for the most part, felt sorry for me. They saw what
was on the outside and turned away from my heart. In high school, I
wasn't that popular. I had a few friends, but no one wanted to love me.
So I graduated high school in 1992, in Apple Valley, CA. I had a lot of
scars in my heart from all the turn-downs and negative, sometimes rude,
responses whenever I asked a female friend out.
In my junior college years, it was lonely. I made almost no friends, I
felt like an outcast sometimes. Even in my first math class, in college,
the class loved my stand-up acts, but no one wanted to be friends with
After 3 1/2 years struggling
with a lonely outside life, I turned to the computer for love. I went on
some local BBSes (bulletin board systems), but they were all crazy
users. So I stopped searching and let them come to me, which was
hopeless to say the least. In February, 1996 I went into the
Teleconference, (which is like a chat room on AOL with a whole bunch of
users in it), and there was this person named Kep in there alone.
When I saw the name, it looked male to me. Anyway, Kep said "Hi," and I
asked, "Hey dude, what's up?" Kep said, "I'm not a dude, I'm a dudette."
So we started talking about where we live, not very personal things.
Five minutes after we met, I had to go eat lunch. So we said to each
other, "See you again sometime." That night, I logged on to the Telnet
and Kip was in there. We both privately paged each other so much, we
went in a private chat room. We talked about more personal issues for
three hours. I was up front and told her about my disabilities; she
didn't mind because she thought I seemed very nice. We talked everyday
from that point on, and we grew very close. Soon we both decided we
wanted to meet each other.
So, me being a gentleman, I flew to New Hampshire in the beginning of
July. Stayed in a hotel near her parents house for 13 days. We had lots
of fun together. On the fifth day, at an amusement park, we kissed.
After that, we were in love. On the 13th day, I had to go back to
California. At first, we didn't know if it would last. It was a VERY
long distance love affair, and it hurt flying back to California. After
all the pain I've been through in my life, I didn't want to lose Kyria.
My parents thought for sure it was never going to last. I had to stick
with my heart and try my best; Kyria wanted to try her hardest too. So
we made it through the summer talking on the Net & phone. My bill ran up
sky high to say the least.
A short while later she flew to California, met my parents and had a fun
week. After more months of talking and visiting, I asked her to marry
me, and she accepted. Our families were happy for us - though my parents
were worried, too. I had lived under their roof for nearly 25 years and
it was hard to leave two people who stood by you, helped you adapt to
life and pushed you to do your best and to find happiness.
But I did, and Kyria and I are getting married in June, 2000, three days
after my 27th birthday.