well, that was unexpected.

i've typed and retyped this particular entry a few different times now. i wasn't really sure about the approach i wanted to take to it. i've basically decided i'm going to tell the story, to begin with at least, using just the facts.

fact #1. i got sick of plentyoffish and signed up for okcupid online dating. it's similar to eharmony in that you take a personality type quiz and it matches you with individuals who are similar to you. it's different in that it doesn't suck. i've heard stories of success from all sites, but one thing i've learned from online dating is that what works for one person doesn't necessarily work for another.

fact #2. i was matched at 96% with someone. that alone got my attention. then i read his profile & looked at his pictures. yep, definitely someone i was interested in knowing more about - if nothing else, than for the simple fact that technically the website matches you with yourself at 96%. i composed a witty email, sent it off and ... got no reply. for a month. i wrote him off. ;)

fact #3. i met two fantastic guys in the meantime. had a few dates, had a few beers, had a generally awesome last half of may, save for some drama involving the "grass is greener" post that i never finished. i should finish that at some point.

fact #4. i finally receive a message from 96% boy. he's written an email with coherent sentences. i decide to forgive him for the month of non-replying. we talk on msn. he rocks. he's nerdy, he's sweet, he's funny. we then discover that we've basically been stalking each other for the past ten years without knowing the other person existed. it becomes weird to a point of me questioning my belief in the universe having a point to all this chaos. but i digress.

fact #5. the following pieces of information are true: a) we went to the same high school. he just graduated the year before i got there. b) we know a few of the same people. c) he was a drum n bass raver around the same time i was working at Dom's shows. d) he was at NiN, Muse, countless Mac Hall shows that i've worked/attended. e) he lived on the street i just moved off of, 6 years before i lived there. f) his mother worked with my stepfather not too long ago. g) the kicker: he's a roofer and has been working on top of my office building for the past 4 weeks or so. we should've met each other 90 million times over and it brings new meaning to the cliche, "where have you been all my life?"

fact #6. it's going to be really, really, really easy for me to slide into mushville, so i'm going to restrain myself.

fact #7. i didn't want a relationship. the idea of being someone's girlfriend again made me want to change the subject and go make out with a random person in the bar. i was really digging the freedom to be able to do that. i was originally aiming for more than 6 months of single-dom. flash forward to this goofy dirty roofer walking into my office to say hey and all i can see are his bright blue eyes and i'm done. it's game over. i'm telling all casual fwbs that i've met someone. i'm giggling when he calls. i'm using the word "twitterpated" in sentences on public forums.

fact #8. i've never met anyone like him.

fact #9, and probably the most important fact of all. i'm going to need to think up a new topic of discussion for this blog.