I really wouldn’t be worried about this.
When people who have only known each other online meet in person for the first time, it is generally pretty intense. There is no room for thinking about going on online.
Now, all cases are individual, and if the person who is shy is pathologically shy, then I wouldn’t be surprised if they back out of an in-person meeting altogether. If I recall, you asked a question about that, too, so maybe that would be a worry.
If a man has problems, then it is an overall picture of problems. It’s not just online behavior. It’s lack of previous relationships. It could be living at home with parents. Maybe not being employed. There could be many of what people around here like to call “red flags.” Warnings. This man has issues. Is he seeing a therapist? Is he working on his issues?
In any case, there is no reason to expect that things will change. However, if the online relationship is the only online relationship, and the person that was online is now here in person, then there is no other online relationship to go to.
My experience is that I went online because I didn’t know how to meet anyone any other way. My goal was to make a real connection, not just to whack off, either individually or in mutual masturbation scenes. If this man’s goal is a relationship, then that’s what he wants. If he is using online as a way to relate without relating, then an in-person relationship will be highly threatening, and he will back out of it.
The person coming to visit must know the online person well enough to decide what is likely to happen. I used to ask myself these kind of reality check questions. Do I know enough about her? Does her story hang together? Are there holes—things she never talks about? Have we discussed her other relationships? Do I believe what she has said?
The first time I ever did this, I felt like I could be walking into a situation where I might be disappeared. I had this idea I would get into her car, and instead of taking me to my hotel, she would take me home and shackle me into her basement. Ok. I was crazy at the time, but I don’t think it was that unreasonable to fear the unknown. My picture of it may have been extreme, but I just didn’t know.
But come on, I told myself. She’s an academic sort. She’s divorced. She’s older than I am. She’s lonely. She’s worked in places I’ve vacationed in and is knowledgeable about it. She understand education policy. On and on. It was a story that held together. I knew who her children were. Her ex. Her former lovers. Her political attitudes. Where her family lived. I knew her excitements. The sound of her voice. I knew a lot that probably couldn’t be faked.
So the story held together, and I felt it was reasonable enough to meet her, although I’m not sure I would have if I had known I was manic at the time. But it seemed very urgent and important to me, and I was away on business. Yeah. Just imagine me explaining this to my wife, later. But I was depressed by then.
Anyway. You know. It is normal to feel anxious and to wonder, and to imagine all kinds of fears about meeting someone you’ve known only online or over the phone. You understand that you have been filling in many many details about this person that aren’t available with the bandwidth of the internet. When you finally meet them, you could find you’ve been fooling yourself, or worse, he’s been fooling you. But I doubt it. Especially if it’s been longer than a year. Or even a few months.
When you have these fears, I would run over in my mind what you know. Tell yourself the story. Look for holes. If there are holes, then the next time you talk, ask about them. My theory was that I should put myself in the worst light. If she still wanted to see me knowing all the bad stuff, then I wouldn’t have to pretend to be something I wasn’t.
It turned out in the end, we were meant to be friends, not lovers. That was probably best for me, anyway. We’ve known each other for years now, and I can say anything to her, and she doesn’t judge me. We only saw each other the once. My wife doesn’t want me to see her again, naturally.