Work brought us to the same city five years later, and one day he pinged me to say he regularly read my posts and opinions on politics, feminism, etc.
I was wearing a beautiful plaid knee-length skirt along with a beautiful sweater and jacket that I had specially picked up for Christmas.
And my giant, happy go-lucky Old English Sheepdog.
Within two weeks of knowing each other, we felt compelled to bring another life into the world, so by three weeks of knowing one another, we consciously chose to conceive, and by four weeks of dating, I was purposefully pregnant.
On another occasion, again after insulting a guy I met at a karaoke bar about his singing skills I've read too much Pride and Prejudice for my own good , I decided to give him a chance to impress me, so we sang a Weezer song together.
But I kept rereading his opening message, which I had to admit was the Platonic ideal of a digital opening salvo: conversational and confident, full of multiple sentences hooking into points I had mentioned in my profile, like beards and karaoke and dogs; culminating in the inclusion of an incredibly obscure YouTube video that nobody else knew about.
Description: The church event was also over, as I had to wash entirely with all the mud splattered over me.