On April 16, 2010, I was G-chatting with Leah. The topic? Friends who are really talkative.
“OMG, like my friend Eric!” she said.
She went on to tell me how he would get super wordy when they were chatting.
What, like I get wordy or something?
She sent me a couple pictures of him from Facebook and asked if she could set us up. I said that was fine but didn’t take it too seriously because HELLO, he lived in Texas.
Within the hour, his e-mail came through.
The e-mail was long (unsurprisingly), funny, and filled with detail on his super exciting job and his love for spin. I wrote back a longer (also unsurprising) e-mail immediately describing my love for spin, the south, and reading.
Rather than wait for him to respond, I just G-chatted him. I led with, “Hi! What are you doing?” He was quick to respond.
I wish I could say that just like that, we were madly in love, but it wasn’t that simple.
That first conversation was great and I suggested we video chat sometime because that’s just how I roll. We started texting that weekend but unfortunately, some things were lost in translation. Having never heard his voice, I thought he was totally nerdy/borderline hipster (hello, he had a Tumblr and those glasses!) which isn’t my thing. And HELLO, he lived in Texas. So while I would have gone out with him in a heartbeat if he had lived in Michigan, because he lived in Texas, I didn’t take him that seriously. And he was SO nice to me and excited about me — I mean, what girl goes for that?!
A few weeks later, I stood in my kitchen and told my mom about the ridiculous situation.
My mom is not a romantic and was less than moved by this.
So I blew him off for a few weeks. Leah and I would tell him we were going to be around to video chat with him that night or that weekend, and then we’d never get around to it. (We were too busy having the feast!) Like I said, I didn’t take him that seriously. He said he wanted to come to Michigan in the summer to visit Leah…and I didn’t want to be under that kind of pressure.
But at some point, even though Leah said he was really interested, he stopped showing any interest. He stopped e-mailing me. Took a few days to respond to texts. I told her I was pretty sure he was not interested. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was blogging about my bangovers.
One Friday night, after a few days spent at Leah’s when I blew off our planned video chat yet again (I didn’t feel like washing my hair), I felt bad and decided to call him. I thought he’d be really excited to finally talk on the phone but…he didn’t answer. I left him a voicemail but he didn’t call me back. And then finally, that Sunday night, he texted me back but didn’t sound sorry at all that he had missed my call. I told Leah that I was really sure now that he wasn’t as interested as he had seemed (and she had said he was!).
I’d later learn that Leah had been telling him that if he wanted to make this work, he’d stop being so damn nice to me. And then last summer he told me that when I called him that Friday night? He was sitting in the airport, chatting with a pretty girl. He looked at his phone and was surprised and confused that I was calling him…but then decided to just hit “Ignore.” I’m going to go out on a limb and say it was the best decision he ever made.
But it all started on April 16, 2010. And — surprise, surprise! — the lease for when we officially live in sin as roommates starts on April 16, 2011.
Kinda funny how that worked out, right?
A lot can happen in a year.
All right, I’m off to Austin for work and then the next few days are going to be devoted to moving so I’ll be pretty much out until things are unpacked. Have a great weekend, and if you get the chance, I’d highly recommend taking a risk on April 16th — it seems to be a pretty lucky day.
See you next week!