We met in an online poker tournament in late December 2005. I was working from home that day, due to being snowed in, and would normally have not been playing. He was kicking my tail, and proceeded to harass me, as did his friends that were watching...all in good fun of course... so I began to give a little back
We ended up playing in several games together that day, and after a couple of weeks of "coincidentally" ending up in the same games, he asked for my IM and we started to chat daily. Our first voice chat was during a work trip to New York in early February, which is when we also first exchanged pictures online. We talked for hours each night during my week there, and haven't missed a single day since.
He told me he knew that he would meet me in person some day, although at the time he wasn't financially able to make the trip...so, rather then wait, I reached deep down into my lifelong reserve of courage (always been the "safe" sort) and took the leap instead. Up until this point, even at 33 years old, I had never taken a trip like this in my life...and up until New York I had never taken a trip alone.
I applied for my passport, paid to get it back in two weeks, and arrived in London in March. I was so scared/nervous/excited I still can't figure out how I went through with it. I had the support of some family, and others tried to talk me out of it... but here we are today. I also had a full backup plan in case he ended up being different then what I knew of him... all the local hotel numbers, police, cab companies...and enough $$ to remain there on my own for the 10 days if it didn't work out.
I think this might be the first time I've ever explained how we met without trying to make it sound any better then it was... don't know why, but everyone seems to give that funny look when meeting on the internet is mentioned