But in all seriousness, at this time last year I was single. Fresh off a breakup. Living in Chicago. And working in radio.
At this time last year, I also met Spencer.
After a day of running around downtown, turning stories for a radio station that no-longer exists, I opted to go to the Chicago Reader's Anti-Valentine's Day Party at the Logan Square Auditorium. A couple of my friends, already in relationships, were headed there. I went alone, got there way before them, and made random conversation with Ashley, Spencer's sister. She then introduced me to him once he came inside from a smoke-break (a year later that habit is long gone).
I love this picture because if you look closely you can see Spencer and I during one of our first conversations. We're in the lower left-hand corner.
We spent the rest of the evening chatting. Left together and said our goodbyes on the train. The next morning as I trudged to work, he text me. Funny, I still remember where I was sitting and how much I smiled to hear from him.
Anyway, I'm feeling sappy today. Not because it's Valentine's Day but because a year ago I met this great guy who is now a major part of my life.
