Some people fall in love at first sight. For me, it was the first tweet. That my friends was not very surprising, who listened to stories about my Internet flirtation had since I was a teenager, but as my husband and I met to gawk at us still something about newcomers in our lives.
“Wait, you love on Twitter find?” ask them. “I thought that was only for the messages read.”
When I saw Thomas for the first time, he was just a small avatar on my screen. My mouse hovered over his gorgeous eyes, piercing through the pixels, causing my fingers to feel free so that I could spend another one more second. Most say that eyes are the Windows to the soul, though his Twitter stream is what really begged me. He was informative, humorous and a little raw. Although it was a computer screen and a few hundred miles between us, I felt like I him this virtual stranger.Retweeting his words to his digital in eye-popping jump, I messages directly to questions, whether he wanted to drink at the next meeting I in his town was, visiting with my family (Yes, it turns out we were growing apart on two cities).
A month later we started travelling exclusively dating, secretly mid-week Amtrak in our schedules, each other above the peaks of our laptops giggle, when it was time to work and ends our short time together with slow dance parties for two in my studio apartment. But we often again in Twitter our love story more characters enter.
eFlirtExpert: four years later and I pull my chair a little faint at the URwingman.