Big Beef City posted:

I know a chubby (but cute) purple-haired community college girl who occasionally hung out at the comic books store at my lakefront town.

She seemed nice, but she hung around at the game store, which, eh, hit a little too close to home.

I did some tech school. I did some real world jobs that I kept quiet from my 'online poo poo'. Know what I mean? Maybe you do?

I don't care.

A couple of years drifted by. We met at a party that neither of us expected to know the host of.
I asked if she wanted to see the amazing extra features on the LOTR special edition, since she didn't have blu ray (for whatever reason).

This lead to that, almost a month later of terrible, short text messages. Finally we google mapped (together, in retrospect one of our greatest achievements) the plot to my duplex.

Together at last in my 'too old for roommates' duplex that I share with the white-headed 60 something neighbor who's convinced that Reagan had been re-born to lead mankind, I sank into the plush faux-leather couch that was her body-type.