Wednesday, June 24, 2009

We Meet

I “met” the Canadian Gal on Facebook when we were both playing the same game – one of those where you buy and sell people --  and I bought her photo. She emailed me, playfully suggesting it was rather rude of me to buy her and not say “hello,” and our friendship was born. (What I didn’t realize at the time was that a guy the Canadian Gal had briefly dated had entered her into the game we were playing.)

She was really cute. She was also very far away. I mean, Canada isn’t all that far from Ohio – we both bump into Lake Erie, and a person just has to take a short romp through Michigan to hit the American/Canadian border – but parts of it are sort of distant. Vancouver for example. Which is where she lives -- twenty-five hundred miles from Central Ohio.

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I’ll admit right now I had to do some Googling to find out where Vancouver was but when I found it it seemed to be pretty far off.  As you can see from the map if you were to drive from Central Ohio to her part of Canada you’d pass through many of the states that are hardly ever used before finally making it to the Peace Arch.

It looked like ours was destined to be a long-distance, Windows-Instant-Messenger type friendship.

Friday, June 19, 2009

I’m getting Married

To a Canadian.

Which is not a big deal if you, yourself, are Canadian, but it is a little more work if you’re an American. Especially if the two of you lived 2500 miles apart when you "met.”

But I’m getting a little bit ahead of where I want to be right now.

I’m a divorced father of three boys. She’s a divorced mother of three girls.

The whole thing would be very Brady Bunch except for two things… the girls are all brunettes, so we’re sort of foiled with respect to the “They all had hair of gold,” lyric. And she also has two boys, so we’ve got more of an Eight is Enough thing working.

Eight children.

It sounds like a lot. However, if you consider that $1.20 Canadian is equal to $1.00 American these days, it’s not hard to imagine five children Canadian are the equivalent of four children American.

Not that it matters. Seven. Eight. We’ll still need to take two cars when we go places.