"The letter S just taunts you. There and back, there and back."
I found my way to its original author and followed him: a stranger, and potentially harmful internet-man. He kindly followed me back.
Once Twitter Guy’s tweets started popping up in my timeline, I become more impressed. Not only was he hilarious, we seemed to have a lot in common. Socially progressive, liberal-arts college student, good with 140 characters. What a babe!
I favorited his tweets sparingly because I am incredibly cool and chill. Whenever he favorited one of my tweets, I grew inappropriately excited, and also felt like a comedic goddess. My Twitter crush was strong -- but it was also silly and not something I ever thought would go anywhere.
All the flirts go down in the DMs
Three years later, I was focused on other things besides Twitter. Most notably, I was slogging through what appeared to be a dwindling relationship, along with a massive snowstorm that blanketed DC. In all this gloom, a direct message appeared in my Twitter inbox from (you know it) Twitter Guy, asking for my advice on finding housing in the city.