A Proper Introduction.
I’ll admit it. I can be a little slow when it comes to posting details about big new. In this case, I can be a little more than a month slow. I’ve made some brief mentions of this new development in some recent posts, but nothing very descriptive or helpful. So here goes:
A couple of months ago, I wrote a post on how I’ve never had a boyfriend and how I sometimes think that it’s because I have diabetes (even though that’s totally and completely ridiculous). The feedback was amazing and a couple of ladies suggested to me that I join an online dating website that I had never heard of – OKCupid. Now, at first I was put off a little because it seemed like there were some less than savory gentleman lurking about the website, but considering it was free and supposedly had a large membership, I thought it was worth a shot (ha, Cupid, shot, get it? I’m so punny).
I signed myself up and filled out my profile, posted pictures and answered a ridiculous amount of survey questions to help OKCupid “get to know me better.” My screenname was derived from my favorite Christian book, Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. I wrote that if anyone knew the connection between my username and Christianity, they’d be bumped to the top.
A few emails popped up from guys who seemed decent enough, but nothing really lasted. One fell of the earth after one IM conversation, and another told me he was too busy with school (riiight…).
But then I got a message from Erik. He knew the book – and liked it. After two weeks of back-and-forth messages, and about another week and a half of phone calls, we finally went out on our first date on Saturday, December 13.
The following Wednesday, we went out on our second date.
By Friday, we were “Facebook official.”
What can I say? I had a lot of time to make up for.
So that’s our “how we met” story (which sadly is not as totally awesome as my parents). I’ve never had to introduce a boyfriend to anyone before so I’m not entirely sure what all people want to know (so if I leave something out, just ask). He’s 25, grew up in Minnesota and is a Christian like me (so he’s a nice Midwestern boy). He’s a geologist. I’m terrible at describing other people’s professions (unless you’re, say, a teacher or a doctor), but basically he looks for things underground.
We have a lot of the same interests: traveling, museums, history, photography. We have (almost) the same taste in music and movies (he is a guy, so there will always be some undeniable differences). Our phone calls can last so long that I think I may need to institute a curfew on when I can call. He lives about an hour away from me in Rockland County, New York, and while he’s technically only 26 miles away, there’s no direct route from my place to his. Thank you, New Jersey freeways.
He’s remarkably easy-going with the whole diabetes business. And he’ll probably be accompanying me to various diabetes events. Or you can come and visit us here in New York City. We’re around. (Haha, I said we!).