How we met

Author: Single. Approachable. Girl.
November 8, 2009

“ did you two meet?” – This might be the most common question asked of couples.

I’ve also heard the term “meet cute” as a phrase for the way that couples meet in movies (OK, so I’m referencing The Holiday, is that a problem?). Well, you KNOW that most girls, in particular, love telling these cute stories.

When I was with my last boyfriend, I dreaded that question. Not sure you can blame me. I mean, how would you feel if your boyfriend had been so drunk that he didn’t actually remember meeting you, but woke up the next morning and the only two things he could remember from the day before were your name and phone number? Impressive, maybe, but not what I would call a “meet cute.”

Well, things might be turning around for me…

A few weeks ago my team from work was leaving early to get drinks on a Friday afternoon. I was in charge of texting everyone the location and time. When putting together the mass text, I realized that I had two numbers for one girl, who also happens to be from my hometown. The numbers were only one digit off (clearly a typo) and so I figured the only option was to include both numbers on the invite and see which one she replies to.

I received a response, but not from my friend. It was from the wrong number and said: “Who is this?”

I replied, “Sorry, wrong number. I’ll delete”

My mystery texter replied, “No prob. funny I actually live by that restaurant.”

WHAT?! This is truly strange. I mean, this wrong number has an area code for a city in Michigan almost 2,000 miles away. What are the chances that I would type a wrong phone number and accidentally contact someone from my home town that now lives practically around the block?

Clearly this mystery individual is the man of my dreams and this will be our “how we met” story – The Best “How We Met” Story Ever.

So I sent the following, “Strange! You’re welcome to join. I’m guessing your from Michigan…me too.”

Reply: “Ha. thanks but at work. Yeah maybe we do know each other lol. Watching U-M alum game at [local bar] tomorrow…”

OK. seriously. This is clearly a hunky, tall, mid-west engineer that went to Michigan and moved here after college. He’s probably getting sick of the “LA Girls” that he keeps taking out to sushi and is looking for a displaced, meat-eating, mid-west girl to settle down with. We can live on the West side, go hiking on Saturdays and travel back to Michigan for all of the holidays, where our two extended families will pile into the same house and sing songs around the piano. Our mothers will become fast friends and travel back and forth to LA together, sharing a hotel room to avoid imposing on us in our beach house, which is quaint, but has personalty.

So now I just need to know his name. I send, “Cool. My name is [my name] BTW.”

The reply: “I’m Laurie. Maybe we’ll run into each other sometime!”


…I have a feeling she was just as disappointed as I was. I should have known that only a girl would use lol via text.

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