Three years ago this past Sunday, I sent a tweet to someone I had just started following.
Eight months later, in October 2008 — after direct messages, IMs, GChats and iChats — we met, and it was official. This was the girl for me.
After that, the long distance phone calls got longer and more frequent. I think Meg and I have personally paid for the T-Mobile and Fido’s CEOs’ retirement funds. But we viewed these charges not as expenses, but rather as investments in solidifying our relationship. And the ROI is now beyond anything we could’ve imagined.
The media — the Canadian media, at least — caught notice of us, too. CBC’s “Spark” featured a bit on digital love letters with Meg in 2009 (she starts at 10:57.) Then, in 2010, we were featured in Vancouver’s Straight, as well as Toronto’s Globe and Mail and Star. Why the American media hasn’t picked up on us, I don’t know… and I’m not terribly concerned.
At the end of April last year, Meg got a job at Sametz Blackstone Associates, a boutique brand strategy, design, and digital media agency, and moved to Boston. She moved into my wee Charlestown apartment, but instead of feeling cramped, it felt like home. Which made the next move an obvious decision.
On Sunday, three years to the day after I first followed Meg Fowler on Twitter, I asked her to be my wife.
It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t anything close to what I had imagined. But it was our moment, and, most importantly, she said yes.
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