When our eyes met as I pulled into the parking space, it was unmistakable.
The salt-n-pepper beard. The eye lashes that most super models would kill for. And the eyes...ohhh the eyes. Any lingering doubt was put to rest when he opened his mouth to speak and what flowed out was an educated, Rocky Balboa accent.
It was him. It was my Internet Boyfriend.
Last weekend Claire and I drove to Philadelphia to take in the sites. Why we choose to head north in the winter (Remember Chicago in November? It snowed on us during a run for goodness sake.) I still don't exactly know, but we had a great time.
We did the Cheesesteak Challenge, pitting Pat's against Geno's (Pat's was so much better!), we ran the Rocky Steps and posed for a picture with his statute. We ate dim sum at a hole in the wall by the bus station in China Town, found our wedding rings at Jeweler's Row and even ate at a Zagat Rated, Kosher Israeli restaurant.
He was not as tall as I thought, though most people are not, but he was still my blogging man.
We shook hands. It didn't linger. That is a good thing. Then we sat down. Scrapple and wheat toast was on the menu. We snapped pictures. Reminisced like old friends. Laughed. Sighed. Dreamed.
Philly is a cool city. I don't think I could live there, but it was fun to visit. Of course we saw Constitution Hall, the Liberty Bell, Thomas Jefferson's grave and Betsy Ross' house. We walked down the oldest residential alley in the nation and went to a bustle of museums.
One thing that Claire and I noticed...everyone in Philly was helpful, nice and courtious, outside of their cars. When they drive, it is like a battle zone, but outside of the car, they were wonderful people. So much better than their reputation. This is the city that boo'ed Santa for goodness sake.
The 2 1/2 hours went by like lightning. It was too short a meeting, but their were sites to see, babies to deliver and children to care for.
We shook hands as we parted. It was magical. Or something like that...
If you have not caught on yet, Claire and I did find time to meet Poop and Boogies (William) for breakfast last Friday morning. We drove out to the burbs and met him at a breakfast joint. We had a great time. I did feel bad that we "bogarted" the poor waitress' table for 2 1/2 hours, but there was a lot of catching up to do.
It was weird meeting a "character" from a blog. Poop and Boogies has been a regular stop for me over the past year and, much like a good TV show, I have become invested in their lives. I know they are not real, but I like to see what Maxfield is up to, how Wyatt is doing and what Lauren has made this week.
So when we met up with William, it was sorta like meeting a character from ER or bumping into one of the Top Chef's. You know way more than you should about a person you have never really met.
But it was cool. We had a good time. It really was like meeting an old friend.
No Mom, I don't make a habit of meeting strange men I meet on the Internet.