Well, the first time I met Jeff was just over 5 years ago, when I first came to Detroit. I came to meet the people of DGN with whom I became close. Jeff was the one who picked me up from the airport. I was slowly heading toward the end of my marriage (despite pretending here), but had NO desire to date.
Two years later, as I still pretended to be outwardly happy (if you've read some of my angrier poetry here, you'd have caught on that I was quite full of shit), I started to notice that my friendship with Jeff felt stronger than I had wanted, needed, or anticipated. After getting sick of the banter between him and the chick who was TOTALLY wrong for him on myspace, I made it pretty clear that my marriage was over, and that I wanted to see where we would end up. He assured me that he found me quite attractive from the day we had met, and asked me to come up.
After that long weekend, I just knew...and it was going to slowly kill me.
I didn't come back up for 2 months after that. It was the longest 2 months of my life. But after the December visit, I had made up my mind. I didn't move here until March 3rd of the following year, but I assure you that I regret not a single thing.
I can say that I understand the desperation that you feel, Jynxxie. But, my wait was far shorter than yours. But when you get there, heaven help Chris....
*hugs*