So…who wants to know how Jack and I met?
When I was 19 I got my ears pierced four times in each ear. It wasn’t a clever thing to do—they became really swollen. But it was the start of my mini-obsession with tattoos and piercings. The tongue piercing came next—then the double navel, the nose ring, and my very first tattoo.
In the space of two years I got over 20 piercings (mostly in my ears!) and seven tattoos. A craze like this is typically accompanied by an equally crazy obsession with an online forum. I was hooked. It was busy, but not super busy—all the regular posters were well acquainted with each other and it was a really nice little community. We learnt things, got ideas, and encouraged people to be safe and not stick safety-pins into their skin.
After a while, one of the members suggested a little meet-up with anyone who was local. Most people in the UK headed down to London for the weekend. We met, had dinner and a few drinks, and had a really good time. After the success of that one, they wanted to do another—but a bigger event that needed some proper organisation. I was asked to help, and help I did! I organised another weekend in London for around 60 people, and it was whilst I was organising this that I got talking to a guy who was going to attend.
I probably still have the MSN Messenger log of our very first conversation. And since that day there hasn’t been a day we haven’t spoken to each other, one way or another.
It’s a weird thing, having feelings for someone you haven’t actually met. I guess it’s different from online dating in the sense that we didn’t expect anything out of it. We didn’t talk with the intention of one day going out on a date. It just sort of…happened.
One weekend he came to visit me. We went out, ate dinner, drank wine, watched some jazz…and somehow started the rest of our lives.
But then, I guess you know something’s right when you take photos like this on your first date…
How did you and your SO meet?