Just putting this up as a ‘for-the-record’ book-keeping measure.

Despite a nearly constant, unbelievably engaging conversation from that moment forwards (strictly via email), I didn’t even know what Anna looked like for ten full days. Turns out she’s absolutely hot and stuff. (Truth is: I was already hooked anyway, but please don’t tell her that.) What’s more: I only heard her voice for the first time nearly a month later, in the form of an emailed .mp3 of her schooling me on the correct pronunciation of her name.

So please do forgive one more gushy post about me and Anna for the time being; it just happens to be the one-year anniversary of something typically unlikely and mostly unreasonable—perhaps impossible, if we’d met at any other time. We hardly knew that an email that should’ve ended up in a filter somewhere would end up being the most important thing to happen in our lives. And now look at us. You guys, I’m jealous enough of myself to want to punch me in the face. BRB.

Hey: I love you, Anna.