The Husband and I have been married 4 months and 2 days or so (not that I’m counting or anything) and I love thinking about how we got to this point in our relationship without killing each other.
Especially because our dating life was initially built on lies and deceit.
He looks so innocent, doesn’t he?
You see, the Husband and I met online. I used to be semi-embarrassed about this, but now I actually love it. I mean, we’re both social but busy people and we could have met anywhere, but the internet Gods brought us together through OKcupid!
Now I’m convinced the internet is magical and also assume that I’ll meet all sorts of awesome strangers in its crazy web. Or maybe just stalkers. Or both. You have so much matchmaking potential, internet!
Anyway, what were we talking about again?
Oh yes, the Husband and I meeting.
It was fate from the beginning.
Let me set the scene…
I was on a super boring project at work that forced me to travel to the wonderful town of middle-of-nowhere Indiana. I was bored out of my mind and one day I decided to give online dating a try. I created a profile with the intent that I could at least message a few people back and forth to keep myself occupied at work.
And entertain me it did!
Well, a few days into my online dating adventures I stumbled across the profile of a pretty decent looking guy. And, the best part was that this man, in his profile, stated that he was looking for someone who ‘would enjoy a run or bike ride along the Chicago lakefront path.’
Well, this was great news! I was in the midst of marathon training (for my second marathon) and had just bought a brand new bike! I was definitely ready to share some workout adventures with someone. I figured that even if this guy and I didn’t end up dating, I may have found my new workout buddy.
I immediately messaged him and hoped that he would message me back.
And he did.
We messaged back and forth a few times and had one or two phone calls before our first date.
I won’t go into that story, because I already explained it here, but it was a great first date.
The second and third dates weren’t too shabby either. We even went to a Blackhawks game together, which pretty much sealed the deal into exclusive territory.
Well, a few weeks after our first date I asked the (now) Husband if he wanted to join me for a run on the lakefront path.
I assumed that he ran all of the time, and I was just hoping I’d be able to keep up with him.
I began to get suspicious immediately after we started getting dressed into our running gear.
The man didn’t even have running shoes!
He pulled out sneakers from 5th grade gym class, and started lacing them up – I kid you not.
I thought that was a little strange, but I let it slide without comment.
Then, while we were running, he mentioned how nice it was on the lakefront path and confessed that he had never been on it before. He mentioned that he had never even run a full mile before.
Ummmmm SAY WHAT?!
After I mentioned his online dating profile, he explained that when he said he was looking for someone ‘who enjoyed running or biking on the lakefront path,’ he actually meant ‘I’m looking for someone with a nice body who stays in awesome shape.’
Ohhhhh the nerve.
I won’t go into the rest of the conversation, but you can imagine that I accused him of being quite the big fat little liar! It wasn’t pretty.
Well, actually he was pretty unfazed by the entire episode, but I was not a happy camper.
We stopped running after about 2 miles when it became apparent that the Husband couldn’t both converse, breathe, and move his legs.
It was quite the disappointment for me!
I had the last laugh though, don’t you worry. I immediately signed us up for road races. A lot of them.
(I hope the Husband doesn’t mind being topless on the internet… I’m sure it’s fine. We don’t look so bad for having just finished 26.2 miles!)
I was going to have my activity buddy, darnit!
In our first year together we ran some races:
- 2 Half Marathons
- 1 Full Marathon
And now he’s continuing to run while I get my CrossFit on.
So, it was all fate. I mean, I never would have messaged him if he hadn’t completely misled me on his profile. And then we never would have found true love (in each other) or gotten married! And he would never have figured out how much he loves hates loves long distance running.
Crazy how life works out sometimes, right?!
(However, I do not recommend blatantly lying on the internet… Karma will find out and she’s a royal b*tch and you will end up running hundreds of miles or some sort of equivalent torture)
Cheers to true love!