After 30 days away from home, I finally rolled back into town just after midnight this morning. I was happy to find that Sage was there. So was the bed, shower, red Ikea chair, and all of the things that make up our home. It was great to be home, even a bit surreal. It seemed as if I was looking at everything for the first time. We slept next to one another, woke up next to one another, slept next to one another some more. Eventually, we went to get my haircut together and prepped for our date together, the only thing on our calendar for Day 31.
Because I like 'chos and cheap things, we ended up at a Mexican restaurant for happy hour. While working our way through a $5.90 plate of goodness, Sage expressed her concerns in regard to the seven-year itch. After a few moments of wondering if our love story was doomed, we accidentally discovered that we weren't, in fact, approaching our seventh year, but rather were already about 10 months through it. So, barring a disaster in the next couple of months, it looks like we'll make it after all. Crisis averted.
Even if we weren't almost through our seventh year of wedded bliss, I wouldn't be too concerned about things turning sour. As it turns out, Sage is not just my greatest Facebook friend, but our very relationship is a product of Facebook. It's something that Sage and I had briefly thought/talked about before, but I don't know if we had ever really embraced it until our nacho-date. At some point that evening, we realized and whole-heartedly embraced the fact that Mark Zuckerberg was our matchmaker.
Sage and I shared a class, English 210-2, at The Univeristy of Idaho. We'd had very, very little interaction up until that point, but then we received the assignment that changed things. Since I didn't want to attend an off-campus, Friday night documentary alone, I logged onto Facebook in search of a date. Back then, it had a feature which allowed students to find all the other students in their classes. Essentially, Facebook provided a class roster. I scrolled through some pictures, landed on Sage's, clicked, messaged, picked her up in my Jeep Cherokee, didn't annoy her, courted her, met her parents, married her, bought her cheap 'chos on Day 31, and, with just a pinch of luck, will make it through the seven-year itch with her. Not bad for a Facebook friend. Not bad at all.