22 June 2007

How It Began

A lot of people ask me how David and I met, so I've decided to tell the story here. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable.

So there I was, in county lockup... no, wait, wrong story. *ahem*

Two and a half years ago, I had a strong and sudden urge to make an Aran sweater. Everyone has that urge at one point or another, right? I went online and started looking for inspiration. Somewhere in my search, I stumbled across this post. My thought process went something like this:

That's a nice sweater.
That's a cute guy wearing the nice sweater.
The cute guy
made the nice sweater?!?
I'm bookmarking this blog.


Shortly after I started reading his blog, I commented on a post. I was new to the knitblogosphere back then, and anyone who had made something as big and fancy as a sweater was a superhero to me. So when David emailed me to thank me for the comment, I was shocked. And then he told me that he'd checked out my site and thought I was an interesting person.

Oh. Em. Gee.

We emailed back and forth for a bit, and then started chatting on AIM. We found that we had a lot of common interests and we got along really well. Over the next year or so, we got to know each other better, so last spring when David said he was coming to Rhinebeck in the fall, I told him I would meet him there.

In the months leading up to Rhinebeck, we chatted almost every day and became closer friends, with a hint of romantic interest. Even though I hate phones, I let him call me, and we spent hours talking. We were both very excited about meeting each other... and the fact that it would be at a fiber festival was a wonderful bonus.

It was the Friday of Rhinebeck weekend. I got out of school at six, scarfed down some dinner, changed into clean clothes, tossed my bags in the car, and raced off to Poughkeepsie. Two and a half hours later, I got to the hotel and knocked on his door.

We hugged. And hugged. And hugged. We made a little small talk, brought my bags in from the car, and then he gave me this look... and he kissed me. Soft, tender, slow... the kind of kiss that makes you wonder if you're dreaming, and know that if you are, you don't want to wake up.

*sigh*

Where was I? Oh, right. At some point we went down to the lobby and hung out with the big group of knitters and spinners who had gathered there. David worked on his kilt hose and I worked on my dead muppet. Later on we went back to the room, and... fade to black. ;)

It was an amazing weekend. We discovered that our chemistry is even better in person than it is online (and it's pretty darned awesome online). It was, by far, the best first date I've ever had. It was also one of the longest; a little under two and a half days. Going home was difficult, but I knew I'd met someone very, very special, and I looked forward to seeing him again.

We've been together for eight months now. I'm madly, hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with this man, and I'm thrilled to have him in my life.

And I never did get around to making an Aran sweater. I guess I had a clever muse.

7 comments:

anphoe said...

What a sweet story... You are so lucky.

Patty said...

Ahhhhh..... I remember the feeling of new love. Such a romantic story. You gave me goosebumps. Hold it as tight as you can!

Cheryl said...

Oh what a great story! Restores my faith in love.

Sandi Purl said...

what a beautiful story of knitterly love.

crumpet said...

That's just adorable.

laurie said...

So...this fantastic story about "your man"...where does "Nicole" fit into the picture? Hummmm? Even if you don't model it (wouldn't blame you, because the blog-o-sphere is a bit big and, well, not everyone is as wonderful as your honey), but put it on a model of another sort. We who have been reading would like to see the finished product. I am assuming that it/she was a big hit with D.

~Donna~ said...

So sweet...Anxiously awaiting my Honey's second visit (all the way from the UK!) in September and will soon start driving everyone in my vicinty totally bat shit crazy.

Only thing different with my situation was that I knew my Honey thru work, but we were just IM buddies and occasionally worked on projects via phone and email. Then things heated up and...

Next thing you know...a curl your toes float in the air kind of kiss and later, fade to black...