I’ve had a few people request that I do an open-ended “ask me anything” series on Wholefully. So, here it is! You’ll see me answering a reader question each week. Submit your questions by e-mailing me or commenting on this post. If you want to be identified in my answer, include your name and website (if applicable).
Literally, ask me anything. I’ll answer anything!*
*Okay, maybe not anything, but almost anything.
You can see previous AMA responses here.
This week’s question comes from my reader, Eden. She asks:
How did you meet your hubby?
The short answer to this? We met online.
The really, really long answer will span across a few AMA entries. Our love story is pretty complicated. So, let’s get started . . .
In December of 2005, I graduated college. I was one of the very fortunate members of my graduating class that had a job waiting for me after graduation.
I was excited to move onto the next chapter of my life. I was good at college. But the party life, friend and boy drama, and my highly stressful thesis semester was taxing on me.
So in January 2006, I moved back home with my parents and started my job at a small marketing firm in Louisville, Kentucky. It was supposed to be great. I worked hard in school. I excelled. Now it was time for me to get rewarded with a great job in a great city.
In hind sight, I should have known something was up early on. Before I officially started, I was working on some paper work for them and the receptionist said to me, “You know, when they told me they hired you, I was shocked he (the President of the company) hired a woman designer.”
Within two weeks I was dreading going to work. I had gone from being a successful, talented college graduate, to a glorified receptionist. Even though I had more experience and a higher degree than my male counterparts, I was the one that made copies, got coffee and formatted PowerPoints.
There were other terrible factors that I won’t get into, but let’s just stay, that by the beginning of February 2006, I was spiraling into a nasty case of depression and disappointment. I had moved away from a city I loved. I left all my best friends behind. And what was supposed to be my reward for working so hard, turned out to be a total and complete failure.
So, I did the only thing I could to deal, I wrote.
On February 2, 2006 I got in a car accident.
Yeah, it just kept getting better.
It wasn’t a bad accident. My brakes locked up on slick roads and I rear-ended someone. I had a minor injury to my back, overall, it was mostly just a “when it rains it pours” moment.
But that car accident ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me.
Just like everything else, I wrote about my accident in my LiveJournal. But after a few requests from non-LiveJournal friends, I made the entry public. My only public entry.
Life went on as usual. I drove to work everyday. I hated my job. I was miserable. And then, on February 13, 2006—one day before Valentine’s Day—I came into work, checked my e-mail and found a comment on my car accident blog from a complete stranger. Pretty unusual for me considering my blog was private.
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Now, this may sound really, really conceited, but I wasn’t all swooney over his words. Sure, it was sweet, but if I’m being totally honest, I had heard it before. I can be photogenic. The smarmy guys are rampant on the internet. It certainly wasn’t my first comment on my looks online.
But hey, my life was not pleasant at that point, and I wasn’t about to automatically dismiss someone. Mostly I just thought, “Hey, maybe some flirty comments with this stranger will make me feel better.”
I later found out that he discovered me through a mutual online friend (that neither of us had met before). He had seen a 100 x 100 pixel photo of me and was “sold”.
(yes, that was the picture)
So I replied.
And he replied.
And I replied.
And he replied.
And this went back and forth for the next 12 hours. We ended up leaving over 50 comments to one another. The comments and questions got longer and longer. You’d think at some point we just emailed each other. Ha! But that came later.
I had a really, really hard time sleeping that night.
to be continued . . .