Four years ago tonight I was sitting at my computer, a bitter, angry recently divorced bitch who had sworn off men for all time. I was seriously thinking of going into the lesbianism business.
I was in the midst of month long bout of acute insomnia. To kill the boredom of late night tv, I would often go online and talk to friends. Oh, who am I kidding? I was always on line. On AOL, no less. I was one of them.
So it was 1am and I decided I had enough. I was going to swallow some more NyQuil and try the sleep thing again. I was just about to sign off of AOL when fate intervened.
An instant message popped up on my screen. I didn't recognize the name.
The person asked me a question. From the tone of the question, I could tell that he mean to instant message someone with a name quite similar to mine. I would get that all the time. I politely told him he had the wrong person.
Five hours later, we were still chatting.
One week later we took our chats to the phone.
Four months later, I met him for the first time at Penn Station.
Six months later he moved to New York.
In August of this year we were married.
I'm no longer a bitter, angry bitch. Really, stop laughing like that.
Four years and a million stories between that one errant message and now. Four years and a whole lotta love.
Happy "Day We Met" Anniversary, Justin. You are and always will be my knight in shining armor.