When I was a teenager there was this young adult church group my mom and sisters really wanted me to join. They kept signing me up for the email list, but I kept deleting them unread. One day, frustrated, I opened one to ask to be taken off the list for the hundredth time. The response back was surprisingly funny, friendly, and witty (a new writer had taken over the emails). We kept removing my name, but my family kept adding it back on, which always led to another friendly, joking exchange.

Eventually I just left myself on the email list because he was funny, and I was enjoying making small talk with him, but never in a million years would I ever imagine having feelings for someone I'd met over the internet. That seemed too pathetic and dorky to bear, even though we found out we had numerous mutual RL friends and acquaintences.

One day, I realized we'd both ended up at one of these mutual friend's gatherings at the same time for a change, and so I decided to introduce myself. Since most the people on the list complained about his sense of humor, we always joked that I was his only fan. So, once he was pointed out to me (we had never exchanged pictures), I walked over and handed him a paper and pen and asked for his autograph. Confused, he asked why, and I told him "Because I am your biggest and only fan!" He just smiled his super-dorky smile and said "I was hoping that that was who you were".

In no time at all, we were best friends... and after a lot of romantic cliches and misadventures, we are now getting married in february almost seven years later.