My Twitter crush was now a real-life crush. I felt happier than I had in months.
Though Twitter Guy and I had vague plans to get a meal once he moved into the city, our first in-person meeting ended up being much less formal. One Saturday night he texted me that he was headed to a bar, which I happened to be standing in, three drinks deep.
An impromptu meeting revealed a very real connection
I was in no way prepared to meet any crushes, but this set-up meant I didn't have that much time to get nervous. Yes, I wish I had been wearing different underwear, but when Twitter Guy showed up my ill-fitting floral boyshorts were no longer a concern.
Here was this person who I had known only virtually for three years, holding a beer and standing in my favorite bar. I, being a young professional, shook his hand. We began talking, and the bantering that worked so well over text message started up in real life. We spent the next few hours out together and then went back to my place for some "gin."