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Running away. Yes, the very first time I met Mr. Macarons in person I tried to run away.

You see, he and I first met online, pre-Facebook. I was a part of a small, one-college website started by a friend during freshman year. The boards were an easy way to plan outings, tailgates, and anything else amongst our group of friends. Over time it began to grow and new users would pop up. The majority would only make a few posts (mostly selling things like textbooks or furniture) before disappearing.

Fast-forward two years when Mr. Macarons joined. I didn’t like him at first. Well, I liked him, but I didn’t want to admit it. He made me…angry. He was (is) smart and opinionated, and I found that frustrating. Because I was supposed to be the smart and opinionated one. If I were watching this in a romantic comedy, it would be obvious that these two kids would get together, but at the time it was just annoying.

Annoying. Cute and tall. Annoying. Cute and tall and funny. Annoying. Cute and tall and funny and interesting and suddenly a lot less annoying. But still, he was an online presence. An avatar. A ghost.

Until we were introduced while turning in football tickets.

You know how some people are one way online and another way in person? Yeah, Mr. Macarons is not. He’s smart and opinionated in real life. But that means he’s also cute and tall and funny and interesting in real life, too.

Now, back to the whole running away thing. When my friend (and apparently his too) introduced us to each other, I’m sure I turned an even paler shade of pale. I had every intention of meeting him at some point, but not on that day. Not on the hottest day of the summer when I was sweaty and gross from lugging all my brushes and silkscreen supplies across campus. Not in my jeans covered in paint and ink and just about every other artist’s medium. Yes, this was me on any given day at that point in my life, but I felt vulnerable and imperfect. He’s this “seems too good to be true” person, and I looked like I just didn’t give a crap. We exchanged hellos and goodbyes as I said I really needed to go so as to not be late to class. I turned around and was on my way, thankful that our initial encounter was fleeting…or so I thought.