People constantly ask me, “So! How did you meet your boyfriend?” I usually tell them I met him at a mutual friend’s birthday party…but… I purposely leave out the part where I first laid my eyes on him. Why you ask? Let me tell you.

It was nothing romantic nor fantastic. If anything it was more of a “Who-the-Fuck-Is-That?” moment.

The first time I ever laid my eyes on my future boyfriend, I asked my friend “Hey, who hell is that asshole that is hogging up the karaoke machine?”

After a few pop songs, all I could think about was, “Uh, can we have someone else besides this dude sing?”

Don’t get me wrong, the dude had a wonderful voice and jazz hands only a gay guy would be proud of. So was this man gay?

I heard from another friend that day he graduated from the same high school as us and used to be in show choir, so that kind of confirmed my speculation. I wasn’t sure, but there was definitely something off about him. I just couldn’t put my finger on it….

It wasn’t until I met him a second time did I realize that no, this man wasn’t gay. He was a nerd! That explained the awkwardness and for some reason, I was immediately attracted to him.

Was it the way he spoke so enthusiastically about Flash or Photoshop? Or how his fingers moved swiftly and earnestly across his giant 15-inch Sony Vaio? OR! Maybe it was his slight lisp that could only be heard when he spoke the word “between”.

All I knew is that I wanted this nerd. I wanted him badly, not to get to know as a person and be my boyfriend. Fuck that shit! I wanted to mess around with this motherfucker! My quest that whole summer was to have a physical fling with him.

I succeeded all right, I just didn’t know I would fall in love with him and be consumed into a world that would be Warcraft.