How did you meet Ms Scripty? Please tell me it was very gay and adorable!
It was extremely gay and adorable.
We met writing fanfic.
It was a torrid affair: I wrote, she commented, I commented back. I came home from school every day waiting to see if she’d left more reviews.
Then came the first contact: “Can you help me write this character better?”
Then: “Do you want to write a story together?”
And it worked, or it didn’t, but we got to know each other as people and fell in love: by email, by telephone, by this passion we found in each other.
About 18 months later she moved all the way clear across the country to be with me. Thousands of miles in a pickup truck, getting chased by bison and wildfires and dogs, seeing a beautiful desert for the first time, the wind blowing so hard I thought there was lightning in the tent from the sparks as the rain fly slapped a gainst the tent itself.
We were married in a park, her in a shirt and pants, me in a dress, and I couldn’t be happier.
If you’re reading this, Mrs Scripty, I love the hell out of you.