My 30th blog:

More Than Messages: Finding Meaning in a Constant Online Male Friend

 

As much as this could have been a sensational, juicy headline—trust me, it’s not. Lol. Instead, this is simply a story about an American friend I met on a dating site. For nearly a year now, we’ve been exchanging thoughts, perspectives, and emotional support through words and voice— little echoes sent between us across time zones, shaping a connection neither of us anticipated but somehow nurtured into something real.

 

To be precise, we started messaging on June 20, 2024. Crazy how time flies, right? His name is Danny. And Danny, if you’re reading this, don’t even start worrying about privacy—your name is practically everywhere. Lol.

 

Let’s Rewind a Bit

 

For a couple of years, I dabbled in online dating (no need to mention the site). One day, I stumbled upon a profile that caught my eye, and instead of waiting around, I took the initiative. That’s right—I made the first move. Nothing to be shy about in this day and age.

 

His profile showed a ruggedly handsome man—though a bit younger. Well, about 5 to 10 years younger, to be precise. Lol. A few basic facts: 49 years old, an engineer, and so on. Eventually, I discovered he’s closer to my age—what a relief! Haha. He responded respectfully, launching into his views on the world—its intricacies, its warnings. I remember distinctly telling him, I’m not here for a lecture on global affairs. I’m just looking for a suitable partner. Plain and simple.

 

Yet, something about him intrigued me enough to hand over my WhatsApp number. And here we are, still in touch to this day.

 

The Sweetest Surprise

 

Among all the men I met online, Danny is probably the sweetest and most genuine person I’ve ever come across. He’s undeniably busy—he’s made that clear—but despite his hectic schedule, whenever I ran to him for comfort or empathy, he was always there. A text, a voice message—small gestures that carried big meaning.

 

And so, I discovered something: You can have a virtual friend who gives you encouragement and support. He didn’t have to be physically present to make a difference. (Though, let’s be honest, I wouldn’t mind if one of these days we could meet in person. Hint hint, Danny!)

 

A Heartfelt Thank You

 

This blog is my way of saying ‘thank you’ to you (Danny) for always showing up when I needed it most. You filled the empty spaces during moments of loneliness. Sure, I confided in my close female friends—but you brought in a different perspective, one that helped me process everything I’ve undergone, and probably what’s still ahead.

 

People come and go. Even those I once called friends have drifted away. But you? You’re still here. For now. Lol. (Don’t make me scrap this blog just because you read it and decide to disappear into thin air to prove me wrong! Haha!)  But seriously—some burdens feel lighter when you’re around.

 

Finally, thank you for being the kind of friend who reminds me that even in distance, connection is real. In a world that often feels fleeting, you are proof that some people stay—not just in messages, but in meaning.

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