I’m grateful for the opportunity to share this story (again) but I’m not sure it will be helpful since I’m somewhat eccentric.
N was a long-time reader on a forum where I posted a lot. He loved what I had to say, and when he ended up in the same town for an internship, he suggested that we meet so that I can share my insights into professional realization. I almost didn’t go because I don’t like Russian people. But in the end I did go and the moment I saw him through the window of a Starbucks, I knew that my train had arrived. I had a group of admirers back then, and when I got home after that meeting at Starbucks, I called all of them and explained that I was no longer available for anything.
N and I went on an official date a couple of days later. It was our first and last date. At the beginning of the date, he declared that he was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with me. At the end of the date, I invited him to come over, which is unheard of for me. I detest having people in my space. He came to my place, and we started living together. There was no actual dating after that. We lived together first at my place, then at his, and so on, until we got married 1,5 years later.
This is all mega cute but not helpful to anybody else because he and I are both very strange people and clearly made for each other in our strangeness.
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