Short Answer: Bumble! Long Answer: Andrew and I initially connected on Bumble. As it goes, we text through the app a bit and then exchanged numbers. A few days after we connected we had a date set for a Tuesday night. Unfortunately, as many of you know, my father went into the hospital on the 4th of July, 2021. Of course I immediately flew out to California to be with my family. That happened to be the Monday before our scheduled date. So... I definitely ghosted. After 6 weeks in the hospital, my father unfortunately passed. The next few months my family and my grief became my priority. However, that November I did remember my dating faux pas and realized I didn't want Andrew thinking that I ghosted because of him, but rather, for a truly legitimate reason. I text him to explain (5 months later). He responded not only with kindness, but a firm, "when you're ready, let's try again." I will never forget how special that made me feel. After taking myself off the market for a while, grieving, and admittedly, forgetting about Andrew, I decided to put myself back out there and hopped back on Bumble. Wouldn't you know it, we connected for a second time! Except... I didn't remember, and he did. I tried to play off like I did, but it was obvious and he was cool enough not to rub it in my face, for at least the first 3 months. After RE-connecting, we finally had our first date (also on a Tuesday). And it was wonderful, after I finally arrived since I had gone to the wrong restaurant not once, not twice, but three times. Andrew, the patient man he is, finally offered, "how about you stay there and I find you" and fortunately he did. (And this is why, when you're a child, your parents say, "if you get lost, stay in one place.) We met for tacos and beers, and I made a great third(?) impression by bluntly informing him, "Oh, these scratches are from my kitten, I'm not a cutter. I would never be that obvious." And that my friends, is how you find your future spouse.
Andrew. He says I do them like a drunk raccoon. I don’t even know what that means, but I think it’s rude?
Well, sometimes, when people are talking, it gets me thinking… fast. So usually that spurs me to ask a question or make a comment that has absolutely nothing to do with the conversation at hand. Andrew, out of sheer befuddlement, coined the term, “oh, I see we encountered a Sara Left Turn.”
The world will truly never know, but 9/10 times, if I can’t find him, it’s because he’s in the shower… again.
Well, first of all, Andrew calls it the “clicker” which is a high crime and misdemeanor, but we won’t even get into that. Second, he likes to scroll through Netflix likes it’s his instagram feed, so instead, I listen to a book/read a book while he decides on the inevitable crime docu-series or natural survival show he’s currently into and I curl up next to him with my AirPods. I swear, I never get into it. I never put down my book and start asking questions, or turn off the book and start listening and making comments. It’s all lies.
Nope. No. Uh-uh. We both would like to stay happy, so we decline to answer out of our fifth amendment rights.
Ha! If you know, you know, lol. But seriously, the answer is always Andrew. That guy has his s%#@ together. I just bring the personality.
We both moved to North Carolina from different states at roughly the same time for different reasons. We stay because we have fallen in love with the people, the community, the culture, the food, and the walkability. Durham became home for us as we fell in love. At first Andrew lived in Raleigh, and I Durham. It only took a few months for us to have the “convo" around moving in-ish, but we knew it was too fast. However, the 30 minute drive was untenable. So we moved into the same apartment complex. It was the perfect way to build a life together, while still having our own leases. Quickly our life became game nights, Bulls games, innumerable cook outs, weekly nights with friends, Sunday brunches (drag and other), our local home pub Ramblers, golfing, and getting lost in Raleigh on Easter (IYKYK). Andrew now runs in 3 different run clubs a week, golfs when he can, and Sara is an avid participant of a 20 person bookclub that reads strictly women's adult fantasy writing. Both of us work from home, but I (Sara), often have to attend political functions where I happily show off my arm candy and future trophy husband. It's truly full life.
Sara did. Ten years ago.
Because Sara wears her AirPods 24/7 listening to smut and only realizes Andrew’s been talking after he rolls his eyes and starts shouting.
Um, that’s a great question, and as soon as we’re back from therapy, I’ll let you know.
Mile marker 100 on the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway. It was a Sunday morning. I was wearing no makeup and baggy jeans (it wasn’t a good look). He cried and then carved our names in a tree stump. I had never felt a “yes” all the way down to my toes until that moment.
The temperature of the house. I like a temperate 68 degrees year round. Cozy during the winter, cool during the summer. Andrew likes it five degrees warmer or colder than it is outside because of the electricity bill. I’m not saying one of us is right or one of us is wrong. I’m just saying one of us ends up sweating while on zoom calls and the other feels right at home.