But anyway, I joined an online dating site and met a girl.
I hadn’t put my own picture up on my dating profile, just a picture of my pickup.
But that’s okay, because she’d just put a picture of her dog
I sent her a message, something almost-clever like, “Your dog can ride in my pickup any time,” and she responded.
We hit it off pretty quickly, and started chatting regularly. Every day, sometimes throughout the day
Slowly we learned more about each other
Her dog’s name was Daisy
My truck’s name was Dodge Ram (I apologized for my lack of creativity)
She was a CPA
I was a beekeeper.
And at this, she stumbled
“If we ever meet in real-life, I want you to know that I could never date a beekeeper.” But we were still far away from that point, so it was moot.
But time went on, and we gradually became closer to that point
More personal information
What firm she worked for
Where my farm was
Names of relatives
Names of high schools
All the things that just come up in conversation eventually if you talk to someone long enough.
But, oddly, after all this time, neither of us had thought to send any pictures
Until one day I got a message from her: “I never thought I’d say this, but I really do want to meet you in person
I think we have a rare connection, and I don’t want to squander it
I want to send you my picture, and I want you to send me yours, but I’m telling you, I can never date a beekeeper.”
I couldn’t imagine a life without my bees
But I also couldn’t imagine a life without her
Tentatively, reluctantly, I clicked on the image attached to her message.
Then I saw her face
Now I’m a bee leaver.