I don’t remember meeting him. He remembers: he had come over to our mutual friend’s house with his girlfriend at the time, and I was there eating Doritos.
Fast forward a number of years. He was no longer with the girlfriend. I was single again too. There was this weekly event that I liked to attend with my friends, but I always had trouble finding people to go with so I started going by myself. I had this idea that I would meet a man there. He always went too (with his friends) so I hung out with him when I was there. I remember considering his dating potential, and thinking that he’s (a) really awesomely cool and (b) not out hitting on everyone and looking to get laid, and most guys like that either have girlfriends or are celibate or something, so I concluded that he probably wasn’t available.
We spent time together there together every week for the entire summer. And for some reason none of the other men at this event were particularly interesting to me. Meanwhile, I was going on unsuccessful internet dates. One day I went straight from one of these unsuccessful dates to the weekly event and as soon as I saw him there, I reconsidered my earlier conclusion (with the knowledge that he was single, if not obviously out looking) and said to myself “what the fuck am I wasting my time with these online idiots for? Why don’t I date this guy?” Thus was the idea planted, and it was at that moment that I noticed that he appeared to fancy me too.
So another few months later we finally got it together. We’re slow.