Where to begin? Oh, I know: The internet. A computer. The very thing you’re sitting in front of right now. Without the internet and a couple of computers connected to it, and two lonely people sitting in front of them, nothing of all this would have happened, or at least, the chances for it to happen would have been extremely slim. Back then, Erik already lived in the Lower Mainland, and he really liked it here, except for the fact that the dating thing wasn’t working all that well in such a small town. And then came Matchmaker.com. Funny enough, I happened to be one of the members of that website, in search for … well… my match, who I could not seem to find either, on the other side of the globe, in Italy. I lived in a very small village in Tuscany, and my dating hadn’t been going too well, either. Actually, it went so bad that I gave up on it altogether, good ones or bad ones, they just weren’t for me. So I ventured into the world wide web and stumbled onto this website I had come across on Yahoo, where tons of equally frustrated people were looking for a match made by a piece of software. According to this website, there were about 35,000 guys all over the world that fit my specific requirements. Tall, between 30 and 40 years old, and not married. Gosh, and now how do i find the right one for me?? Well, I had some more help from technology.
In those days, 1998 to be more specific, digital photography was only for the very rich, and not many had access to a scanner like me, so I was one of the few woman on Matchmaker who had a picture posted next to their profile. And this was the picture Erik stumbled across. ‘Too bad she lives in Italy’, he thought, ‘but hey, who cares, I’ll write her anyway!’ And so, one morning, right next to the email from the guy who wanted to know if I was healthy enough to bear him 5 children, and if I had strong teeth, I found this email from a guy in Canada in my mailbox, a guy named Erik. He wrote that he was aware that this might be a long shot, but he just wanted to let me know that he had seen my profile and that he found it very interesting. And then he wished me a great day and signed his letter “Sincerely, Erik”. What a simple, beautiful, and – well – sincere email. I had to answer him right away. And then we wrote each other again, and again, and again. We got married 361 days after Erik’s first email.
In 2002 we had a baby boy named Thomas. He has been our pride and joy ever since. He is growing and every day he reminds us that we’re the luckiest people in the world. What are the chances of something like this happening. What helped us more? Technology? Heaven? Who cares. Thomas is the best thing that ever happened to us. Even better than the internet.