In the lamest way possible
We met on an online dating site, both reeking of desperation. He liked The Simpsons, ice hockey and Terry Pratchett too and I liked his hair. I sent him a picture of me cuddling Winnie the Pooh and he thought I was cute.

We MSNed back and forth, sometimes til the wee hours of the morning, just talking bollocks. Then he came down to stay for the weekend and things were awkward at first. Then my housemate made him stay the night and the rest is history. Although sometimes I wonder what I'd have had to do that weekend to put him off, having got pissed on snakebite (student), thrown myself at him, been hungover and in a foul mood the next day, wanting him to leave due to hangover and him not trying to take me there and then (combination of shyness and wanting to get to know me first, gaaaaaay :P), then falling asleep together the next night only for me to have the painters in the next morning. Then the next time he came down, I got pissed again and he had to hold my hair back whilst I was calling God on the big white telephone. I offer a messy breakup 2 weeks before we got chatting as a lame excuse for crazy behaviour. And he still wanted to come back! He must have really liked my boobs.

Still, he's my friendly internet weirdo and we'll have been together 4 years in October. He stuck with me through the crappy times, makes me laugh, took me to Hong Kong Disneyland for my birthday last year and he calls me Poppetsocks. I love him so very much :)
(claireyfairy There's a smell in here that will outlast religion, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 11:51, Reply)