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When Jim and I first met, we used to lie and say we met while I was away at school, which is only half true. Originally, we met online. He worked for AOL and, at the time, I was getting ready to leave for college and was looking for someone who was into hockey (and lived in the state of my school) who also happened to be online at the same time (trying to check out the upcoming hockey scene). I found Jim's profile and IM'd him. We chatted for a while online and occasionally exchanged emails. We somewhat bonded and became friends over a love of hockey. He talked about the girls he liked and I talked about the guys I hated. :oP We weren't romantically interested in each other, but we did enjoy chatting.
After I got to school, the first time he called, we talked for about 4 hours and found out we had more in common than just hockey. We arranged to meet the next time he called. Jim lived about an hour and a half north of my school and he and his friend Clint decided they would drive down to visit. The dorm I was in allowed visitors until 10 and people in the lobby until 11, and Jim had made the decision to visit at about 9:30pm. During our conversation I'd mentioned that I was living off of mac and cheese and had just run out that day. He offered to bring me some when he came down.
About 45 minutes later, my roommates and I decided to go wait outside because our dorm was set back in the trees and I wasn't sure if Jim would find it. We stood out on the corner and eventually a white Celica drove by. A few times actually. I wasn't sure if it was him, but after the third pass, the car pulled over next to us. Someone leaned out the passenger window and looked and me and said, "Are you Holly?" I said, "Yes. Jim I assume?" "Yeah." My roommate, ever the skeptic, gave him a once over and said, "Prove it." So Jim pulled out a box of mac and cheese. (insert collective "ahhhhhhh").