I almost fell to the ground, spilling my beer.

My wife and I met on an online dating site, because trying to find another normal gay lady in rural Pacific North West is almost impossible. We talked for about a month before deciding to meet in person. I was smitten with her before we met, terrified when we did. She seemed so calm despite the complete inorganic first date circumstances. Online dating is weird, it's like a blind date but not.

​

At any rate, the dinner was nice, we went for sushi, went to a bar around the corner that happened to have a ska band playing. The bar was small and crowded, all the seats were taken, so she goes to the bar to grab us some drinks. In my infinite and unabashed derpyness, I went to lean on the pool table after she handed me my drink a little too close to the edge and my butt slid off the corner. I almost fell to the ground, spilling my beer. If I could have found a hole to go die of embarrassment in I would have. I thought for sure that was going to be the last time I saw her. Eight years later we are happily married, and it's been one of those loves you want to write poems and songs about, the kind of love that still moves me to tears sometimes.

Submitted May 01, 2019 at 06:59AM

My wife and I met on an online dating site, because trying to find another normal gay lady in rural Pacific North West is almost impossible. We talked for about a month before deciding to meet in person. I was smitten with her before we met, terrified when we did. She seemed so calm despite the complete inorganic first date circumstances. Online dating is weird, it's like a blind date but not.​At any rate, the dinner was nice, we went for sushi, went to a bar around the corner that happened to have a ska band playing. The bar was small and crowded, all the seats were taken, so she goes to the bar to grab us some drinks. In my infinite and unabashed derpyness, I went to lean on the pool table after she handed me my drink a little too close to the edge and my butt slid off the corner. I almost fell to the ground, spilling my beer. If I could have found a hole to go die of embarrassment in I would have. I thought for sure that was going to be the last time I saw her. Eight years later we are happily married, and it's been one of those loves you want to write poems and songs about, the kind of love that still moves me to tears sometimes.