I'm 5-foot-10, and I've always had a thing about height, and I saw this guy with a really sweet, open face, and he was 6-foot-9, I was like, , and one of my favorite sentences ever, "If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of the machines that registers earthquakes tens of thousands of miles away." And he responded and said that he actually had a sweatshirt.Two or three messages in, we found out that we live extremely close to each other, and he was like "Let's meet up." Somewhere in the conversation, and this was in December 2012, I told him I had just seen the film He texted me after four dates, saying that he wanted to slow down.So we set up the date but had to push it off a couple times.
Dating people casually, I didn't really meet anyone that I was interested in for a while.Our families don't know about us, because it's kind of a taboo.We're thinking about how and when we'll tell our families.Matt messaged me, and we talked a little bit, and just kind of got everything big, all of our baggage, out right away so we could see if it was even worth continuing to talk. We just talked nonstop from that point, and we went on our first date a week later.I gave him my phone number and he texted me, "Hi, Hannah, it's Matt." And I said: "Which Matt? We went on a hike, and we put wine in water bottles and had a little picnic at the end of the hike.