I met my husband on line ....that was over seven years ago now. Prior to meeting him I had about six months of online dating and felt at the time I should probably write a book about some of my experiences.
One comment only for now - it was amazing to me how many of the men thought that when I asked for a photo, I wanted a photo of their genitalia. I wanted a photo so I could see if there was any level of attraction, and more practically so that I could recognise them in a public place if we were to meet. The other photos, while anatomically clear and focussed, weren't of any use to me. However my dear love Steve put his own slant on things and asked (this is within two days of chatting on line) if I'd like to see a "really dirty" picture of him. I had already worked out that he was decidedly more original than most of the others I'd met, so said yes - he sent me a picture of himself taken on the film set of "Lorna Doone" (where he'd played one of the Doones), fully costumed but caked in mud and cow pats after rolling around in a fight scene. That was a deciding factor in wanting a real meeting with him - and, for the record, five days after our first on line encounter he drove the 140 miles from his home in Cardiff to meet me in London for the evening, and drove home again that night. That was my last on line date - didn't need any more. It was real (and with him) all the way from then on.
As I said in a previous thread, isn't love wonderful?

Anne
still blissed-out happy ...