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Little Joe Dinero
is a term of endearment that I had affectionately given to a man whom I once considered to be a very dear friend of mine. He had contributed a lot of his time and energy to helping us get ORIENTED off the ground, and in that regard I am forever in debt to him. The first time we met was in 1993 at an M Society New Year's bash in New York City. Back then, I thought he was disgustingly cheezy.
Six and a half years later, a mutual friend forwarded an email from him, a job description so poorly written that it pained me just to read it. Not realizing who he was, I felt compelled to contact him to tell him about the importance of well-written job descriptions. Weeks later, when it dawned on us who the other was, I emailed him and said, "You're THAT GUY? I can't believe I'm communicating with YOU. OH GROSS", referring to the above. His response was, "That was a long time ago, really, I'm not like that any more!" He was dating my friend's friend at the time. I, too, was seeing someone.
Through emails and ICQ, we became very good friends, and over time, I fully trusted him. Eight months later, when we were both single, Little Joe took me to Vegas in April. From there, our friendship turned into something special, and by August, we had planned another trip together, alongside my friends' wedding. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something seemed - 
- so at the very last minute, I asked him not to come. He was pissed as *bleep*. I didn't blame him.
We didn't speak for at least two months, and by then it was October. I had just begun to write the profiles of this site and couldn't help but be reminded of how close we once were. So I took a chance and recontacted him, and was glad that he had forgiven me. I didn't think he would. To my delight, and within three days of my letter, he cordially invited himself to visit me in December. One week before his initial date of arrival... his wife emailed me, informing me that he was married.
I still have all his emails and ICQs proving that he was courting me, but I'm sitting on them, for the time being. I feel compelled to warn other women, but I haven't figured out how to go about it without compromising my own character in the process. While I am not out to mess with other people's lives -- I really am much too busy for that -- I don't feel that he should be allowed to either. We'll see what happens, starting from December 6, 2000.