Paula

Good things come to those who wait. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be. In Paul's and my case, the cliches were true. Paul and I orginally met in 2004, chatting first on the then-new MSN Chat, and then meeting for drinks in downtown Portland. We went on a few dates, but as I was leaving for England at the end of that summer, any future relationship was not really a good idea, logistically speaking.   So I left for England and 4 and a half years went by. Upon returning to the states, I found technology again instrumental in our relationship. A message on MySpace reacquainted us with our current same-time-zone locations, and emails and phone calls flurried between us in January and February of 2009. On February 28, 2009, Paul came up from Coos Bay for a motorcycle class and we arranged to grab lunch and catch up.Our first face to face since I had left, and so our first 'non-date' occured. I was pretty well crushing on this cute and highly entertaining boy from our phone calls and emails, but wasn't sure if he was thinking of me as potential relationship material or just a friend. Thankfully for both of us, we were on the same page. A text message of 'Marco' and a reply of 'Polo' in the City of Books started our day of 'non-date' activities, including lunch, the Rose Garden, Harvey's comedy club, Greek Cuisina, and Rock Bottom Brewery. By then, we had realized that our interest was mutual and the all day 'non-date' became our first "real" date. Or in Paul's words: Veni, Vidi, Vici. And the rest, as they say, is history. :)