Friday, February 24, 2006

I met my husband through a series of run-on sentences

Told you guys I had hit a goldmine when I pulled a bunch of files off an old hard drive. Among them, a song written by Carrie, a song written by Matt, several AIM conversations ... and the personal filing cabinets from all my old AOL accounts.

My high school history teacher told me to save them because I'd want them later. She was seven degrees of cool.

Aaaand among the PFCs I found the very first e-mail Paul sent me, ever. It reads:

hello, mine name is paul, how are you, i read your profile, you look like an interesting person, maybe we can talk, i think i would like to get to know you. ummm, anyway email me back, i know it says you are taken, but i thought i would talk to you anyway
In a reply e-mail, I told him in so many words that I wasn't interested. He waited a couple of months and asked me again, and I was in a better mood, so I said yes.

Then we talked on the phone. Then we met at the arcade. Then we went through our senior year in high school, skipped both of our proms, and ditched our out-of-town college scholarships to stay together. Then we graduated from college and got married.

Thank heavens the boy is persistent.

6 Comments:

Blogger angrygrrface said...

awwww

10:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

::grins::

6:58 AM  
Blogger StargazerGirl said...

You found our redition of "A Friend Like You," didn't you? :P

12:25 PM  
Blogger De said...

With such a grammatically incorrect e-mail, it's no wonder you said no :-)

2:23 PM  
Blogger smacky said...

High school? How old were you when you posted your first online personal ad, 12?!? ;-)

8:04 AM  
Blogger Chance said...

Even taking into account the run-ons and the appalling youth of the protagonists, I still must say I was moved by that story. I like meet-cute stories.

9:07 PM  

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