So there's this guy...

We met at space camp when we were 14, or was it on a panel at the National Braille Association Conference? Oh, it doesn't really matter. He lives a block away from me, and when we meet up, we each leave our respective apartments and meet halfway. I like to think that our whole relationship is that way; we meet each other halfway.

We have some things in common. We are both tall. We both studied English in college. We are both from the Midwest and thereby pronounce "coyote" properly (/kɔɪˈəʊt/). And there are parts of our lives, our histories, our interests that are very different.  This, I love. We get to introduce each other to new ideas, and we get to teach each other about the things we love. He has taught me about fencing and football and food. I've introduced him to books and different spots in our neighborhood. Some things we discover together.

In the past two seasons, I've learned so much, about fencing and football and food, but also about myself. I've learned what it means to be truly vulnerable, and I've learned what it means to be in love. I've learned that taking a risk and going on a first date with a stranger at a bar a block from home can change everything. I'm so glad I met him there... or was it in the airport in Kuala Lumpur protesting the military junta that has taken over Myanmar?

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