How I Found You
A website that collects tales of discovery. The creator writes:
One of my favorite questions is: How did you meet your significant other?
I’ve yet to meet a person who doesn’t enjoy answering it; who doesn’t light up in the telling. What’s even more fascinating is to hear their significant other tell their version of the story. It becomes–between the two of them–a sort of mythology. As couples, we invent, and carry, and treasure, and constantly revise our own creation mythologies.
It was startling how quickly M. and I perfected our patter.
We hear that question a lot — how did you meet? — because it is remarkable, in this lonely city, when two people do.
So here goes: we met at a theatrical dinner put on by our mutual friend, Michael. I was helping to serve. He was on a date — but I didn’t know that yet. Michael introduced us because he and M. had discussed investing in green buildings; I work in the area. The setting sun was streaming in from the left; I was dripping in gaudy jewelry (at Michael’s request); and I could tell M. was quite taken, although he threw me off when he said my jewelry reminded him of his (Indian) mother. Um. Okaaay.
I gave him my card; he emailed me on the spot so I’d have his contact info. Then his date showed up (they weren’t having much fun together). At home, I told my roommate that I met a guy who I thought might be into me. (Side note: I just knew I was going to meet someone special before my 27th birthday — which was four days after we met.)
We kept in touch; the next time we saw each other was at his Halloween party. (And recently, I learned that a couple of his best friends said to each other, “There’s got to be a woman at this party for M.” They scanned the crowd and decided I was she.)
I knew he had a crush on me (there was definitely a connection at our Thanksgiving potluck), but it took another few months for me to come around. Look, I’ll admit it: it was the facial hair. His crazy beard just kept getting bigger and crazier. (Looking back, I love that he didn’t explain to me that he was growing it for a contest; I found out from a post from Cathy. He later told me he figured if he was gonna grow it, he was gonna own it.)
Then in early January, I saw him at a party, beardless and in a tight t-shirt, mixing drinks. Andrea and I turned to each other and said, “Damn. M’s looking good.”
The next day I asked him out.
He likes to tell people that he lost the beard-off, but won the girl.
Anyway, I’m curious, how did you find your significant whatever?
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