Monthly Archives: February 2011

Facebook, Chat, and Txt – oh my! (dawn)

So, one night, I showed up to group with my hair like this.


One of the guys made a comment about Pipi Longstocking, and asked if I was on Facebook. We all started talking about a) how weird the Pipi Longstocking books/movies were, and b) about friending each other on Facebook.

When I got home (about 2 minutes by car), I had a friend request waiting for me. I guess he wanted to be my friend before the other guy. 😉

The next day, I’m online and a chat window pops up, “Oh, hey! I’ve never done Facebook chat before, so I thought I’d test it.” Yeah, right 😉 So thus began our electronic correspondence. Over the coming weeks we spent hours chatting about the silly and the serious over IM, phone txts, email, and Facebook messages.

I don’t know about Tyson, but I developed a Pavlovian response to the little alert sounds for messages. I’d get all excited and nervous (and hopeful) to see a message from Tyson, and then disappointed if it wasn’t him. We’d communicate all day, and got to sending a final message each evening. It got to where I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I got my “good night” text. (Such a girl!)

This was a great way for our friendship to develop, as we talked about all kinds of stuff: politics, religion, movies, books, corn dogs… What the emoticon equivalent of “Robot Sharks with Lasers” would be… Good times. We got to know a lot about each other before we even started hanging out.

Next up: Hanging out.

Game Night (dawn)

At this time the group would meet for four weeks to discuss the material in the Renovare Spiritual Formation Workbook and to share how their “homework” from the previous week had gone. On the fifth week the group gathered for dinner and fun. The first social night I attended was “Breakfast for Dinner” and Games. Hosted by Shane and Tyson.

When planning the thing, the first suggestion was a cereal potluck, and though the rest of us moved on to a full breakfast, Tyson stuck with cereal. So on the night of the meeting, while we ate crepes and seasoned potatos and various breakfasty odds and ends, Tyson enjoyed a bowl of Captain Crunch.

This was my first social time with the group, so the newness was overwhelming. New house. New people. New personalities. Trying to make small talk. Trying to not knock my juice over or get food in my hair. And the whole time very aware of where Tyson was at in the room. (Usually standing in a corner, holding his bowl of Captain Crunch.)

After a breakfast, we moved on to games. I introduced one I’d just played at the women’s retreat: Telephone Pictionary.  Hilarious! Tyson sat to my right, which meant he would be receiving the cards I passed. I don’t remember what I wrote on my card, but I do remember two things:

1) Tyson’s first card was, “Come and see the violence inherent in the system.” Wha? How do you draw that? Poor Leanne.

2) The first card handed to me was “Dick Cheney”.

Now, I could draw a guy behind a desk and an American flag, etc. etc. But that could be anyone. I’m trying to guess a specific guy. So usually for this kind of stuff, you separate the words and syllables. So, “Dick” “Chen” “ey”.


I’m trying to get this New Cute Guy to guess the word “dick”.

From a drawing.

Clearly, I am a woman of class and substance.

Tyson was sitting to my right (where I would have to pass my cards), and I just kept laughing and apologizing. “Dude, I am so sorry. So sorry!”


Google Day (dawn)

So, while planning for an upcoming social event for the group (post to come), I notice that he sends email from his own domain. This usually means someone’s got a website. Sooooo I decide to Google New Cute Guy. I am not disappointed.

He’s got a website, a few blogs, and a twitter account. I can see what he writes (a lot! tons of essays and fiction and poetry), what he reads (a lot! books, blogs, comics, articles…), who he follows (blogs, twitter, etc.), his interests and pursuits (western martial arts, guitars (He’s got an album??), art, politics, social justice, loose leaf tea…).

I can see that have a lot in common, which was sort of thrilling, because my way of looking at the world is so… unique. I never thought I would meet someone that I could be compatible with. But we also have a lot not in common, which makes him fascinating.

I read for hours, and kind of start freaking out. This guy is amazing! I had no idea anyone like this could exist! The way he thinks about things is unlike anything I’ve ever seen – totally outside of the box. The diversity of his friends and interests and expressions. He can write about whiskey, or Jesus, or love, or philosophy, or the proper way to hold a handgun… Who is this guy??? And he’s single? Never been married?

Now, I was in a place in my life where I had decided not to date, and didn’t see that changing any time soon. But this guy… Oh, man. I got a little twingy glimmer of something. What if? What if this guy? I may have even said a prayer, Oh Lord, if this could be…

Google Day was big for me.

We Meet – Part 2, or Why We Owe Randall Munroe Dinner (dawn)

So, I like the group well enough to brave a second visit. I get there and settle into a couch, next to my friend, and can see that Tyson (the New Cute Guy) isn’t there. He joins us a bit later and apologized, explaining that he was involved in a discussion on one of the forums he participates in.

As he’s explaining I instantly think of a particular webcomic. And, lo and behold, he finishes his explanation with the punchline. I laughed and halfway through I started quoting along with him, “… on the Internet.” His eyes got big and he grinned as we said, in unison, “xkcd!”

Everyone else looked at us in confusion, and we smiled the knowing smile of geeks/nerds who just got an inside nerd joke. A scene that would repeat often in the future.

After the meeting he came over, “You read xkcd???”

Ah, the first spark of young nerd love.

NOTE: Some other things I notice right away, aside from being cute, this guy is smart. Scary smart. And articulate. And thinks outside the box. Has a lot of passion and creativity in his approach to the world. And he’s kind. He always seems to notice peoples feelings, and I heard him checking on folks a few times after our meeting, to see how they were doing and to offer a hug or some sympathy. Very cool.