You all keep inquiring on where the heck LT came from, ask and you shall receive my friends!
So here's the thing, I refuse to make my Twitter private. Protected. Whatever it's called. Partly because I think it's just plain silly. Also partly because it's connected me with a lot of people I know through other people. And I love that part of it.
With that being said, I get a lot of random new followers. Like a handful every week. Sometimes it's just spammers, sometimes its mutual friends. So one day back in the opening scenes of 2012 when I had the email come through informing me of a new follower I saw 'Indiana' and 'racing' on his profile and figured it was someone I had met in passing.
At some point a DM convo was struck up in which we were trying to narrow down our 6 degrees (which ended up being the million and twelve mutual friends we had) and when he threw the flirty "you look familiar, I think we've met" out there, I shut him down with a "nah, but I can pretend we have if it makes you feel better"
He was quick with his words and had a good sense of humor, he somehow managed to hold my attention. When 144 characters weren't enough the DMs graduated to text messages. A lot of them. Like, every day. About important things and nothings and most things in between.
Then one day in March he was flying back from a race in Florida, and asked if I would be interested in hanging out? (I live like 10 minutes from IND) Gasp, meeting someone off the internet?? I'm pretty sure I said no at least 6 times.
Especially after I learned his flight wouldn't get in until like 1030 that night.
He wouldn't accept my no for an answer though.
So I warned my friend Whitney that if she didn't hear from me by 8am the next morning to call the cops and tell them I was probably cut up into a million pieces in a dumpster somewhere, I proceeded to accept his offer to 'chill'.
Our epic first "date" if you want to call it that, consisted of awkward 'hi nice to meet you, welcome to my house' hugs, a Matthew McConaughey movie, and us both falling asleep on my couch not even halfway into it. We woke up to my 6am work alarm and the credits rolling and I sent him on his way. With a little bit of a crush and a bad case of bed head.
My drive to work was consumed with thoughts like 'Who is this character and where did he come from?' 'He does have an awfully cute smile though. Thank god he wasn't some internet predator on bath salts coming to eat my face off ' 'What was his name again??' (kidding on that last one, sheesh)
So now you can all stop asking where he came from. And you can point fingers and laugh because I swoop my men on social networking sites. Naturally, instead of telling people we met on Twitter, we stick with the "met through mutual friends" line.