I know I've told this story a million times but here it is again...
I met my sweetie at a media/fan fiction convention. He was the A.V. guy, and I had been sent down to the media room to drop off some video tapes. I sat in the room watching the videos and there was hardly anyone else there. I was bored out of my skull, because I was NOT really into the convention at all, and he was bored silly because he had volunteered only because a friend was running the convention and needed help. Unfortunately, we were both unaware that major focus of the convention was slash fan fic, which really rather
mortified both of us to no end. And my poor sweetie was literally the ONLY adult male there.
We were both huge sci fi nerds so we starting comparing what shows we liked and why, what conventions we'd been to, etc. I figured that I'd never see this guy again, so why not just be myself. I remember later grumbling to the convention runner that the only real fun I had that weekend was talking to the AV guy.
Before I drove off, I though, "Maybe I should go back and give that guy my number?" But then I thought that would just look too pathetic, so I left, thinking that was the end of it. I had completely given up on finding anyone, so I just put it out of my mind.
Then, back home, the convention runner sent me an email saying that the AV guy wanted my email address and if it was OK for her to pass it along. I replied something very subtle like "HELL YES!"
We started emailing, and then calling, and then our first actual date happened when he made the 3.5 hour drive to my town for a the chance to take me out to dinner. Instead of flowers, he brought me his own freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I showed him around my town and we went to Dave & Busters at night. He was very gentlemanly and said it was a no-pressure date. He gave me a kiss goodnight and asked if I wanted to come to his town some weekend for a visit. I said I'd think about it.
Our sixth anniversary will be in March.
