Those of you who read my comments section know that there is one person who always has something to say, regardless of what type of nonsense I write about. The mysterious Chris R. started leaving long, thoughtful and personal messages on my blog somewhere around May. There was something about the way he wrote that made me think that a) he is no ordinary guy, and b) that I must know him from somewhere.
First it was him leaving comments and me replying to them on this blog of mine. Then comments turned into mega-sized e-mails, then e-mails gave way to voice letters, voice letters became 7-hour-long phone conversations and webcamming, and finally this past weekend, phone and internet became real life. Me and Chris R. met in New York City.
It is the weirdest feeling ever to sense that you just know someone, but to only actually meet them afterwards. It is the best feeling of all to find out that everything you thought and imagined about that person is exactly the way you wanted it to be.