My husband and I met online. At first I didn’t like the way it sounded. I am a romantic and meeting online doesn’t sound organic enough. Honestly, I’d always wanted to meet at a coffee shop. Turns out we did. We did meet online, City Paper. But, we physically met at the Starbucks near my old apartment.
I went on City Paper one time. I think I spent $5.00 to view the ads. My screen name was Artsy. My husband’s name was Othello Seeks Desdemona. One of my co-workers said to me, “Does that mean he’s looking for a white girl?” 
He wasn’t.
I didn’t even search for him. While I was searching, random shots of people would flash on my computer screen. A picture of my husband on a tennis court popped up and I liked what I saw. It was like God flashed his picture on my screen.
I sent him a “flirt.” He wrote back. We chatted online. Then we exchanged emails. Then we talked on the phone for a couple of weeks. Our first date was coffee. At Starbucks. It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2006. I walked in and he was already there. I walked over and we had coffee. Because that went well we went to dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant. He dropped his fork. We hit it off.
He walked me back to my building. We sat on the couch in the lobby of my building. I told him I liked him. I said, “I like you.” I still do.
Our second and third dates were church-related. Second date was a church auction. Third date was a Sunday service.
Now, I don’t care how we met. It was how we were supposed to meet. It was how God designed it. There is no better architect.
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