*Averting eyes, nervous laughter*
About that... We didn't.
As Rashan and I meet more people in each others' lives, of course the inevitable question arises, "How did you guys meet?"
I don't really have an issue with this question, mostly because of the variety of responses. I say, "On the internet," *insert large smile and raised eyebrows as I await the response, "We both have blogs." Here is where people either say, "What's a blog?" or before I get to the fact that we both have blogs, people insert, "Eharmony?" "MySpace?" or my favorite, "Blackplanet?" For real? Blackplanet? That's so 2001! Lol.
Then sometimes they are appalled that I met someone on the internet. I thought my favorite aunt would be appalled but she said, "I don't think anything's wrong with that. Just as good as meeting someone in the club. That's where I met my husband." Hilarious. My mom thinks it's romantic and my sister isn't appalled either. Neither is my dad. Though when we met each other for the first time, my dad offered to do a background check. Love it. One of my sister's friends was definitely appalled. Whatev. I'm just glad we did meet.
Rashan doesn't have to deal with this because he doesn't bother to tell people how we met. And tells me not to tell people either. He hasn't provided an alternative so I think I'll come up with a few.
"We were brought together by a psychic. We were both standing in line. He heard my voice and had to know where that arresting sound was coming from. When he saw me, he knew he had to put aside his anti-social tendencies and make a move."
"He picked me up via the phone at work. I called his job, not knowing him, and he happened to be the one who was helping me. We immediately hit it off."
Hahahaha. See? It could be so much worse.