If it hadn’t been for blogging, we would have passed right by each other without a second thought.
That winter night in the coffee shop, as I waited for my husband to finish up a conversation with a colleague of his, I stood on the edge of a small crowd gathered for an event that was just wrapping up. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and tried to blend in to the wall behind me. I was not dressed for public viewing.
It had been a long day, and I’d thrown on my winter coat – the one I called The Big Ugly – wrapped a scarf around my neck, and shoved my feet into what could arguably win a prize for the worst looking snow boots you’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d ventured out into the knee-deep snow with no makeup and no memory of the last time a comb had touched my head that day. It was just supposed to be a quick trip around the block, and then we’d be done.
But my husband’s conversation seemed endless and so I rolled my shoulders forward just a bit more. The legs of a chair scraped across the wood planks of the floor and as I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes caught sight of the cheerful colors of a woman’s corduroy jacket. She was stunning. Tall and slim with hair that flipped up perfectly – right above her shoulders, just so. She was chatting with someone and I let my gaze slip away.
That’s when my husband’s conversation ended and he rescued me, saying he was ready to go. “Finally!” I thought to myself. “I can make a clean getaway without being noticed in this get up.” I inched myself sideways along the wall, headed for the door and the anonymity of the cold outdoors when the stunning woman in the corduroy jacket walked over and said, “Excuse me, but…are you…are you Deidra?”
“Oh no,” I thought, as I turned and stood facing the woman who obviously knew how to dress for a coffee shop. “I read your blog,” she was saying. “I’m Michelle. Michelle DeRusha. I blog at Graceful.” But she didn’t need to say any of that. After she said her name was Michelle, I knew exactly who she was. I’d been following her blog and leaving comments, and she’d been leaving comments at my blog and there in the comment box, we’d been growing a friendship. Now, in the crowded corner of our local coffee shop, we were standing face-to-face.
Turns out, Michelle and I live about two miles from each other. Two. Miles! And the person she is on her blog is the person she is in real life. Only funnier. If you can believe that. (I keep telling her she should do stand-up.) That meeting in the coffee shop happened nearly two years ago and since then we’ve traveled together to Alabama, our families have shared dinner in each other’s homes, and we’ve mourned and celebrated and conspired together. Sometimes I just shake my head in wonder when I realize that if it hadn’t been for blogging, Michelle and I would have passed right by each other that night in the coffee shop. Without a second thought.
Have you ever had one of those moments? Where you meet in person someone you’ve only known through status updates, and profile pictures, and comments, and blog posts? How did it happen? Was your meet-up planned, or were you pleasantly surprised, like me?
By: Deidra, Jumping Tandem