2007. Both bloggers. J was a widower. I was renovating my kitchen. I followed a link on another blog to his and commented. On Feb 14, 2007 he responded: “Just curious—how did you find me? I see in my blog stats that you visited me via your comments admin section, but I don’t think I’ve ever commented on your blog.” As pick up lines go...he had me at “comments admin section” Fast forward seven years.
I book a wedding in Chicago. J insists we meet. I evade. He insists. We meet.
Lots of driving. I mean. SO. MUCH. DRIVING.
A billion discussions, negotiations, deep talks, texts, emails (hey. We are a technological couple!) happen. J asks me at the place we first met to marry him. I cry ugly and then deny all references to crying at all. Pretend I was cool.
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