About four years ago, I met my current boyfriend at a meeting I attended. I was supposed to go to an upper portion of the state I was living in and meet with a group of folks who had concerns about their area and the services that the state was providing. As I sat perpendicular to the man who later became my boyfriend, more was going on than a meeting.
There was a dinner afterwards and I decided to sit at the same table as this man. During the meal, we discussed issues he was having with local media and I offered to assist. We exchanged telephone numbers so we could be in touch.
The following week, he called me for advice on a story that appeared in his local paper. We also discussed a project I was working on and agreed to meet halfway between both locales for lunch in the near future.
Things changed for me, and I decided to leave the state I was in and to move back east. Right before I moved, this man called me to see what was going on. I told him I was moving, but would be in touch.
Two months later, I called him about some help he needed with a project to put him in touch with another person I knew who could be of help.
And, from time to time, we talked. We eventually agreed to meet in Chicago at a hotel to see what we wanted to do in terms of the blossoming friendship.
And, ever since that day, we have been together. All from a chance meeting.
