Kids, this is the story of how I met your father. Hopefully it won’t end like the TV show ‘How I met your mother’ because I just hated it, after few months I still cannot forget how much the writers screwed it up.
Anyway many of you asked me about the story of Sing and I, I usually replied ‘Long story short: while traveling‘. It surely works as a legitimate answer, but our story has a little bit of a plot twist which I will reveal at the on the post.
It was few years ago, both of us were after nasty break ups. I got cheated by my ex-boyfriend, Sing’s ex-girlfriend said ‘It won’t work out’ leaving my husband alone while she attended the same night to her brother’s wedding so I guess non of us expected to meet someone that could be our soul mate in near future. To cheer himself up he went with his friend for a backpack trip in Europe, including Poland. Until today he never answered me ‘From all the countries, why Poland?‘, but I can assume it was World War II history and cheap prices. Anyway, we were heading to the same direction – Krakow, but in our train compartment I was the one who could speak both Polish and so-so English. You must know that it’s still quite hard to find a ticket controller who knows and is willing to speak English. They got poked on their shoulders – that was suppose to tell them ‘Tickets, please‘. Here’s the part when me, sitting in front of them for the whole time saved the day. They thanked me, I started the interview for ‘Where are you from? Where are you going? What is the meaning of life?’ and it turned out we visit the same city plus Auschwitz-Birkenau camp in Oswiecim. From one sentence to another I suggested I can help them buy the tickets and we can go together, I read few books about things that happened inside the camp, I visited it many times besides… at that time my not yet husband was pretty cute (not anymore, sorry Pumpkin).
In those few days we all became good friends. I guided them a little bit around the city, meet up to eat some delicious Polish food and introduce them to Polish style Milk Bars (click here to see what you shouldn’t miss while traveling in Poland!).
Sadly, it was time to end up my lonely post-break up trip, they were going to Warsaw so Sing left me his e-mail address, probably he wanted to be sure even thought I have his phone number there will be no way we can lose contact with each other. After both of us came home, me to Wroclaw and Sing to America where he studied, we kept on mailing, texting, skyping (is that a real word?), he even confessed he has feelings towards me but he still was in friend-zone thanks to my awful ex who made me not want to have a further relationship with any human being with a penis. At the same dad I went through some personal disaster, my father got a heart attack. He was alone, my mom found him and dragged to the doctor. He said if my mom was 30 minutes later there would be no chance to save him. One missed bus from work and my dad could not be with us today. Phone calls, text messages, e-mails from Sing were literally spamming me. He just wanted to be sure everything is OK with my dad and me. After saying ‘good night’ I was sure to get a text before I fall asleep and when I woke up the text was there too. I think that’s how he escaped the friend-zone, because I caught myself (or should I say my parents caught us) on talking at 3AM of Polish time. Good bless T-mobile and their mobile internet. I couldn’t wait when he wakes up and we can talk again, we kept sending each other photos of our daily life, meals, friends meeting. We were cool before Instagram people. One night while we talked I decided to make a move and this time I was the once to confess how I feel about him. I wasn’t sure if he moved on and friend-zoned me this time but actually it all turned out great. He immediately went online to book the tickets and see me as soon as he had a break from school. We talked even more, until the day of his departure. I waited at the airport and then I saw my love in tiny-sized package coming out of the gate – I wanted to hug him but he thought of being more manly than he normally is (maybe he watched too many romantic comedies) and decided he will just suddenly kiss me (insert ‘Eww, get a room’ here). Then we did what normal couples do – enjoy each others company, blah blah blah and now we’re almost 2 years married next month.
Now some of you might be like ‘Meh, many couples meet while traveling‘ and I agree, but I don’t think many couples have a plot twist like we do. I didn’t want to put it inside the ‘original story’, but I really believe there was something in this world that wanted Sing and me to meet. Not once or twice, but 4 different occasions could happen before we both sit in the same compartment.
- Once I got Sing’s e-mail address I thought I’ve seen it somewhere, I just couldn’t figure it out. Of course Hilary Duff’s song title could be one of the things that I thought it’s familiar, but it wasn’t it. Then it struck me – besides really awful song it was a nickname of a person I talked via private messages on one of the forums with Asian culture. I asked him is he the same person I once talked about some Japanese singers, then we just lost the contact and he was like ‘Oh my God, is was really you’. To make it more funny there was another forum with similar focus and guess what? We both been writing posts there too. I completely had no clue that behind the nick there’s a person I will meet in real life without knowing it. It’s like you read someone’s blog, you know they live in the same area, you might pass them on the street everyday and still have no clue that is THIS person.
- Keeping our at that time ‘friendship’ in a long distance we added each other on Facebook, but I didn’t really pay much attention to his profile. I looked on some of his traveling photos, I looked on the one I took for his friend and him, just casual, non-stalking behaving. Then my Japanese friend added some post that turned out to be a huge discussion with lots of comments and I noticed one person with very specific profile photo, so I clicked there and I think I don’t need to tell you more. We had one mutual 2 mutual friends – the Japanese guy and Sing. My Japanese friend was also a friend of Sing’s classmate in a language school in Japan. There was a tiny chance one day Satoru could meet me with her and she could introduce me to Sing. Can you imagine that?
- This one is pretty recent because it happened last year. I often do posts based on what Chinese men write online – their opinions, thoughts etc. and Baidu forum is pretty good for that. I almost cried from laughing when I browsed it with my husband and we noticed that one of the ‘famous users’ (believe me, it’s not a good type of fame), known also by my husband is a friend from Mainland China I met few years before. How small is this world?
I like to believe destiny had a plan for us. It tried to make us meet on the Internet with forums we wrote in, it put people that were suppose to be a bridge between us, it even tried to combine those two! After all the possibilities it made us buy the tickets for the same day, same time, same train, same compartmen and sent a non-English speaking ticket controller, maybe to make him our little love Cupid.
How did you meet your sweetheart? Do you think it was a coincidence or a destiny to make you two meet? Share your lovely, heart-warming stories, I would love to read them! 🙂