Sometimes things just happen.
This morning, as I drank my coffee before work, I checked my messages on OKCupid. There was a charming one from a guy in Victoria BC. He dug my fondness for ellipses, and my taste in books.
Canada is across the international dating line from Oregon, so normally I would have responded with something like “thanks, but no thanks,” but he seemed sweet and funny. We started talking. About books. About how he used to be a paramedic, but now he does healing stuff like acupressure. About my having entirely too many imaginary boyfriends. About having Vancouver Island towed to the Oregon coast so we could have pizza together. We each ordered books that the other recommended.
Then he fired me for not liking the one episode of “the IT Crowd” I’ve ever seen. It’s a serious offense to some people. I responded by firing him for never having seen “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” or “Firefly.”
Then he proposed to me for having good grammar. Like you do.
At one point, he said that he’s a monk. A warrior monk. Well, that’s not something you hear everyday, so I didn’t quite know what to say.
I hope I didn’t accidentally say anything awful. It’s not like there’s a graceful way to recover from saying something like “are you kidding? Like in the show Kung Fu?” He could have been joking, but I don’t know. I liked the idea. It’s way more bad ass than being an accountant, and if it’s real..well..I guess I just really like the idea of there being such a thing.
It’s not often that you meet someone (even virtually) who maybe helps keep the world turning a bit.
So now I have to look into this whole warrior monk thing. He says there are only a few of them in the world and their function is to collectively protect the balance of energy through meditation. And possibly the martial arts. Which is interesting but I have no idea how that would work. Or if he was just kidding. Or what would happen to all that xi if they missed a day. So I think I need to do some Googling.
We sort of skipped right on past it, anyway.
He wondered if he should rescind his proposal until he knows for a fact that I am not a dude. I guess that means I won’t really be officially engaged until we get Vancouver Island towed to Oregon. What? I’m not driving all the way to Victoria! And what do you mean there is no way anyone is going to tow Vancouver Island down here?
People are interesting, don’t you think?
I’ve never been almost engaged to a stranger before, let alone a Canadian.
A warrior? That might be too much to hope for. I don’t think I’m the the type of person who attracts warriors…
And if I’d been more interested in being practical and less interested in seeing how someone thinks, the whole conversation would never have happened. Which would have been a pity.