We Met On Twitter – And Our First Date Was A Week-Long Road Trip

“I am not going on this trip as some sort of half-baked internet blind date and I know you’re not going on it to get into my pants. “

Thus spoke my road trip companion in a last-minute attempt to calm my nerves over what I was increasingly realizing sounded like a hare-brained plan – spend a week driving across the country with a man I knew only through social media. To be fair, the nay-sayers, head-shakers and tongue-waggers had a point.

Two young, single strangers embarking on a road trip across the country?

Doesn’t that just have Katherine Heigl or a bad slasher-film ending stamped all over it? And really, if we’d been meeting as the culmination of some grand e-passion, that would be easier to understand and explain. The truth was much more benign, at least initially.

My travel partner and I had been introduced to each other’s work through a mutual acquaintance. We read each other’s blogs; we started bantering on Twitter.

He was in the habit of occasionally posting commentaries about his dating woes. I emailed him in response to one of these to voice my disagreement about his theory of lui on communication differences between the sexes and we struck up a correspondence. He shared his novel about him in progress with me; despite having no knowledge of sci-fi, I liked the part about trolls. I told him about my plan to temporarily slip the shackles of my high-pressure job by taking a road trip across America.

A road trip had long been a dream of mine and I waxed poetic about standing in the middle of a Kansas wheat field, drinking cups of early morning diner coffee and nodding at camo-clad hunter types, letting Carhenge touch the kitschiest recesses of my soul.

Suitably impressed, he told me I should invite him, probably assuming I wouldn’t do it. I did, definitely assuming he wouldn’t accept. He did.

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