not into mush? keep walking.
So the story of how we met is half awesome and half sucks. It sucks because the one sentence shortened version of it goes like this "We met on myspace." Yerp....blegh.
Buuuuut the long of it is happy.
Whilst bored at Radio Disney one afternoon I started searching through my friends on myspace. I was looking at pictures and watching random videos. Every once and a while I clicked on a friends friend and so forth.
I ended up on Ryan through the myspace train and saw that he had a scrubs clip. In my nightly boredom during that month I had watched straight through all of the available seasons of Scrubs. So, for really no good reason I decided to message him about his video. I really didn’t have any ulterior motives…. he didn’t have the best pics of him up so I wasn’t after him. I actually hadn’t ever sent a message on myspace to a stranger before but it helped kill the time for me that day so I did it. The original message was 2 sentences I think.
The one small message turned into over 100 in the next two months. We wrote short novels to one another and became really good pen pals - writing on average 3 times a day, every single day.
We had several things in common and I learned that my church is one he planned on trying out so we figured that we’d meet eventually. The church has several services and he said he’d like to attend one I would not be at so that he could get a feel for the church and not be distracted by the off chance of seeing me. The problem with that was, I volunteer at the church and couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t be there. However, it’s huge. There’s often fifteen hundred people per service so he still had a good chance that he’d miss me if I was there.
Fast forward and eventually he showed up. I told him that if I did see him at church it would be silly for us to handshake or do a recognition nod since we now knew so much about each other. I told him that I’d have to hug him and he told me that I’d better.
One Sunday after service I could feel eyes on me from my peripheral vision over my left shoulder. I turned and saw a guy squinting and smirking in my direction. I leapt into his arms and he hugged me really tightly. Like a reunion at the airport type hug. People around us stared a bit.
Our first message was 7 months ago. We wrote for 2 months, hung out as friends for 1 month and have been together since.
Odd bits:
Neither of us are really that into Scrubs and both had just been on a kick of it for the moment.
He just added that clip to fill space the day before I saw it on his page.
We also haven’t watched an episode since.
I had never before felt compelled to message a stranger.
He had never responded before to the random myspace girl messages that seem to come pretty frequent to guys.
He had heard of and was planning on coming to my church that month.
I know these things aren’t that weirdo but it as things unfolded we both kept saying “Why’d I do that?” to our actions that first month. Why’d I get into a Scrubs kick? What started that? Why’d I message someone that I wasn’t all that impressed by, on myspace no less? He’s asked himself the same sort of things.
He told his best friend Tom that he was in love 6 days after our first in person introduction. He didn’t tell me till months later.
For my birthday he printed out all of our letters to each other and put them in a folder. It’s practically a book.
That’s the story. :)
Buuuuut the long of it is happy.
Whilst bored at Radio Disney one afternoon I started searching through my friends on myspace. I was looking at pictures and watching random videos. Every once and a while I clicked on a friends friend and so forth.
I ended up on Ryan through the myspace train and saw that he had a scrubs clip. In my nightly boredom during that month I had watched straight through all of the available seasons of Scrubs. So, for really no good reason I decided to message him about his video. I really didn’t have any ulterior motives…. he didn’t have the best pics of him up so I wasn’t after him. I actually hadn’t ever sent a message on myspace to a stranger before but it helped kill the time for me that day so I did it. The original message was 2 sentences I think.
The one small message turned into over 100 in the next two months. We wrote short novels to one another and became really good pen pals - writing on average 3 times a day, every single day.
We had several things in common and I learned that my church is one he planned on trying out so we figured that we’d meet eventually. The church has several services and he said he’d like to attend one I would not be at so that he could get a feel for the church and not be distracted by the off chance of seeing me. The problem with that was, I volunteer at the church and couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t be there. However, it’s huge. There’s often fifteen hundred people per service so he still had a good chance that he’d miss me if I was there.
Fast forward and eventually he showed up. I told him that if I did see him at church it would be silly for us to handshake or do a recognition nod since we now knew so much about each other. I told him that I’d have to hug him and he told me that I’d better.
One Sunday after service I could feel eyes on me from my peripheral vision over my left shoulder. I turned and saw a guy squinting and smirking in my direction. I leapt into his arms and he hugged me really tightly. Like a reunion at the airport type hug. People around us stared a bit.
Our first message was 7 months ago. We wrote for 2 months, hung out as friends for 1 month and have been together since.
Odd bits:
Neither of us are really that into Scrubs and both had just been on a kick of it for the moment.
He just added that clip to fill space the day before I saw it on his page.
We also haven’t watched an episode since.
I had never before felt compelled to message a stranger.
He had never responded before to the random myspace girl messages that seem to come pretty frequent to guys.
He had heard of and was planning on coming to my church that month.
I know these things aren’t that weirdo but it as things unfolded we both kept saying “Why’d I do that?” to our actions that first month. Why’d I get into a Scrubs kick? What started that? Why’d I message someone that I wasn’t all that impressed by, on myspace no less? He’s asked himself the same sort of things.
He told his best friend Tom that he was in love 6 days after our first in person introduction. He didn’t tell me till months later.
For my birthday he printed out all of our letters to each other and put them in a folder. It’s practically a book.
That’s the story. :)