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Today marks the one-year anniversary of the first time Megan left a comment on my blog. How fitting that it was a post about Dubya being a jackass. Even though she did use the phrase "Damn skippy...", I knew at that moment she was worth getting to know better. For those of you who are late to the party, here's a little recap:
For the first 34 years of my life I went without ever having a girlfriend. I had plenty of girls who were friends, but, like Steve Carell's character in "The Forty Year Old Virgin", I had just sort of resigned myself to the fact that I'd be alone. I just plain sucked at meeting women. It wasn't the way I wanted things, but I had come to terms with it. I had tried one of the online dating sites, but after a few lame dates with women that hadn't described themselves accurately, I stopped trying.
After reading Megan's blog for a while and commenting, I thought, "I really like this girl." She tried e-mailing me once, but it must've gone to my junk mail folder and I never got it. Luckily, she was not deterred and tried again. After that, we e-mailed each other regularly, then eventually started talking on the phone. Around November I had planned an east coast road trip and had made plans to meet a few of the people whose blogs I had been reading. Megan lived in Norfolk, so I asked if she was up for meeting in person. She was and things took off from there. Our first "date" involved a German restaurant and beer. We made plans to see each other again at Christmas and you can read about that experience HERE if you're not yet bored out of your skull.
Fast-forward to today. We are now living together, happy and in love. If you had asked me a year ago, I'd never have predicted that I'd have a sweet, beautiful woman living with me. There are so many things I love about her. I mean, anyone who'd take a chance on a dork like me and actually move to the wilds of Northern Michigan has got to be pretty fucking awesome.
This is why I am such a fan of blogs. In addition to the many friends I've either met or gotten reacquainted with, I've found real happiness with someone I really care about. People can bash blogging all they want. They can paint us as a bunch of parent's basement-dwelling losers, but I know the truth. To me, there isn't a better way to meet and actually get to know cool, like-minded people that aren't necessarily close geographically.