Took this the night we met at a mutual friendâs Wig-a-ween party. She was dressed as some generic rocker mullet lesbian and I as what I called âsexy shrek.â I refused to wear a wig for some reason, and opted instead for a full face mask. We met in the kitchen after I got to talking to one of her friends, spent the next hour and a half laughing, then she drove me home and I showed her Faye Webster for the first time. When she got home, she DMed me on instagram, and we havenât stopped talking since.
Funnily enough, we had been in the same room, on the same camping trip, at the same parties for months leading up to this meet cute. I initially started chatting with her after noticing her necklace and connecting the dots: the frying pan she donned holding an egg(the name of the dog who has stolen Mac and cheese from me on aforementioned camping trip). If we had met on that trip in August or at writing club in September, I wouldnât have been interested.
I guess you could I have eggs, Faye Webster, divine timing, and (most of all)Shrek to thank for my relationship.