Today marks our one year anniversary. In celebration, we thought we’d share the story of how we met.
(Fella) I had just moved into my new apartment and was slowly getting settled in. Having gotten out of another relationship earlier that year, I thought I’d create a profile for a few dating sites. I like to think that I’m clever, see, so I posted a picture of myself that featured a kitten I used to have perched on my shoulder. See? Melted your heart right away, didn’t it?
Anyway, with my cyoot kitteh profile picture and wittily written profile, I began trolling looking for folks to strike up a conversation with. (Sizzle: AHEM.) Many a conversation was struck and then I happened upon a profile describing this “Ms. Sizzle” person as equal parts Marilyn Monroe, Mae West, and Etta James. Well. How about that? Isn’t she sassy? And cute, too. Let’s drop her a line and see what happens.
Remember how I said I was clever? I proved it again, by searching the Interwebs for a Mae West quote to send to her. (Sizzle: He’s handsome, clever and resourceful.) I wrote her the following note:
To: Ms. Sizzle
From: Mighty Hunter
Subject: Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
I’ll try anything once, twice if I like it, three times to make sure. –Mae West
And hoping for a response I waited. . .
(Sizzle) I’ll admit, his picture did play a part in winning me over. I mean the cat is so damn cute. I was fresh from the heartbreak of a disastrous love affair and was looking for some casual company. Someone to help me chase my blues away. Someone fun and cute and local. Enter: Mighty Hunter.
After exchanging lengthy emails peppered with witty quips and pop culture references, he called me. We talked late into the night. I was. . .giddy with anticipation. The next night, after a day of emailing back and forth, I invited him over for a beer. He was in the middle of doing laundry so he declined and instead he stood outside his apartment building (his former cell carrier didn’t have service in his apartment), chatting away with me. We’d been talking for a while when I noticed his breathing had changed.
“Um, you seem out of breath. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. (Huff) I don’t want you to freak out.”
“Um. . . okaaaay. Why?”
“Well, I’m walking. . .”
“Oh. OH! Are you coming over?!”
“Yeah, is that okay?”
“Sure. Of course! But I need to go put a bra on.”
“Heh. Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.”
Cue to me running around my apartment picking up, throwing on a bra and then sprinting outside to move my car. What? It was parked up the block and a space opened in front of my building. As I got out of my car, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.
“Hi. I’m here.”
“I just buzzed and you didn’t answer.”
“That’s because I am behind you.”
. . .Well hello there. . .
My first thought? Cute. Disheveled. Major facial hair. And where are his shoes? He’d walked twelve blocks to my apartment. Without shoes. I think that qualifies as romantic. Or in some circles, as crazy.
(Fella) I turned around, hanging up and saw… her. Wow. Cute. Librarian glasses. Short. (Really short.) Nice rack. (Yes, yes, I noticed this, too. I’m not the best feminist in the world, but what can I say? I like breasts.) (Sizzle: I always said I needed to be with a tit man.)
Aaaaaaaaaand she’s coming to give me a hug. Okay, if you screw this up, it could be awkward. Wow, what a great hugger.
Inside, we drink our beers and talk some more sitting closely on the couch while listening to music but I’m not really paying a whole lot of attention. I mean, I am because I’m answering (and making sense, I think) but I’m also really nervous and excited, too. Which is why what happened next caught me a little off-guard.
(Sizzle) I have no idea why I mentioned his fingernails but I noticed they were long. Like, begging the question, “Do you play classical guitar” kind of long. So I told him he needed to trim his nails because girls notice this sort of thing. And then I offered to trim his nails. On our first “date.” But hey, I got to touch him. You think I am that altruistic? Give me some credit!
And then The Kiss happened. (If you missed that post, it’s worth the read.) That first night lead to many more nights (and mornings and afternoons and daydreams) of kissing. We went from “casually dating” to “seriously dating” in a matter of. . . days. Because when you have met someone that you click with the way we did, there isn’t anything “casual” about it.