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let me set the scene:
itâs 7:45 on a Tuesday night, you are listening to your peers perform their musical pieces theyâve been working on. Next up is your friend whoâs been practicing a duet with his buddy from the local symphony who youâve never met.
Your friendâthe pianistâadjusts his chair as the cellist tunes. Youâve never met this cellist before, but he looks familiar. Heâs the only guy in the room wearing a suitâother than you, sitting in your half-wet bathing suit from your earlier river adventure.
Wait, is the cellist wearing palm tree and coconut socks? Yes, he is. They are playing through the piece when your phone rings, itâs your roommate! You quietly exit out the open side door and situate yourself in the little patch of violets outside, listening as your roommate exclaims her excitement about the art she just made for an event youâre planning. You finish your phone call and wait patiently for the performers to finish⌠you stare at the coconut socks.
They strike the last chord and you applaud from your violet patch outside, waiting as to not interrupt their moment. They receive feedback from the professors and peers, and another student gets up to performâŚ. Youâre still thinking about the palm treesâŚ
After it is all over and youâve finished stacking up a few chairs you make your way over to the cellist and grab his attention.
âI wanted to say earlier, I love your socks.â
He looks up excitedly, smiling, âI was waiting for someone to notice, youâre the only one who did.â
You and the cellist converse for 20 minutes or so, introducing each other and getting to know the history behind the palm tree socks.
Itâs getting late, and youâve both places to be,
âIâd love to continue our conversation later.â You flash him a smile and hand him your phone, âhere, put your number in.â
He takes it and starts typing, pausing to finish his thought,
âIâm glad we met,â he smiles
âMe too,â you smile back as he hands you your phone.
âText me so I know itâs you?â he asks.
Later that evening, after he leaves and you finish practicing, you pick up your phone and text him.
âIt was a joy meeting you today, maybe we can go for a walk or grab lunch sometime? I can show you my cool socks.â you hit send.
âgreat to meet you, too, howâs Friday?â
âitâs a plan:)â
All because of a pair of socks.,
Apr 30, 2025
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This is the photo that I stare at longingly as we talk on the phone. I miss him terribly right now.
We met outside of a funny little bar (Avant-Garde in Ottawa) during a break in sets where everyone was smoking outside. I actually came to see his friendâs band but he and his friends were absolutely tearing up the dance floor. I decided to go up and talk to the cute ginger boy (lover boy, Cam) and the goofy guy from the band (Noah) and they told me about a DJ set Noah was doing the next Friday. Cam never got my number so I had to go, obviously. He finally got my instagram (make better choices, ask for their number) that night and I dmed him and asked what he was doing the next day - he was going to read on his balcony. Iâd learn later that this man is a very avid reader (love). I asked to join and that was our first date! Heâs the first person to ever cook for me, and he even set me up on a chair and with a baguette with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. We dated for the rest of the summer, about two months, then I went back to school in a different city and we parted ways.
He thought weâd never talk again but I hit him up whenever I came back to town and even asked if heâd like to spend a couple of days cooped up when I was back on winter break. He said yes and we drank wine and watched good movies and ate grapefruits. That weekend together brought us really close.
I wasnât in Ottawa the next summer but I did spend two weeks completely alone in Kakabeka Falls between forestry contracts in Northern Ontario. Those weeks I called him most days for hours despite us not having really talked in months.
Then I came back to Ottawa for an internship this September. Iâve always been really weird about relationships, so I told him I just wanted to be friends. So we were, but also we would *platonically* share the twin bed I had at the time when it was late and I didnât want him to spend exorbitant amounts of money getting home.
He actually told me he wanted to be with me in October, but I was scared and said he wasnât what I wanted. We stayed friends.
December 21st I wanted to go see my favourite local band (Baby Richman) back at Avant-Garde. They have a super psychadelic sound and one of my roommates gave me shrooms to take. I was supposed to go with my other roommate, but she cancelled last minute. Not wanting to lightly trip alone in public, I invited Cam. The night was great, but when the music ended I didnât want to stay out. I wanted to lie in my soft bed, feel my soft cotton pyjamas, and look up at my twinkly lights. Lying on my bed with Cam, we talked for hours. I cried at how beautifully he described his familyâs Christmas traditions. That night I realized just how much I want to be an integral part of his life. We were a year and a half in the making.
He is wonderful. Heâs funny, incredibly smart, and inspires me to improve every day. He also always stuck around, despite many efforts to push something so good away. I am so lucky to be reunited with him in July.
May 26, 2025
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Well - technically they have half of a neon pink pair, and I have half of a neon green pair. We swapped socks. I wanted neon green, they wanted neon pink, we were walking around and bought it off a street vendor. We had only met once before this, so it's clear this was a very easy let's-GO kind of energy we had together.
They are now half way around the world, and I get sad thinking about how we won't be able to meet again as easily, so I try not to think about it. We are still friends, and we keep track of each others' work on IG, but it's not the same as hanging out, obv. Also language differences make it hard to communicate online accurately. Body language is so important to me.
May 25, 2024
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Whatâs That? Oh, we both love steely dan and hate cyclists that wear the little outfits ? (Not bc we hate the fit- we do, we just hate that they give you a dirty look when they roll through a stop sign and itâs your turn to drive more)
it starts with you liking one of my recs (obviously), then, feeling generous, I like one of yours thatâs either a micro-complaint or link to a specific, hard-to-find performance of an ethereal 70s jazz singer.
We follow each other back and⌠the rest is history as they sayâŚ
And by history I mean we dm on Instagram nightly until eventually we meet people that live on our own coasts and our flirtation becomes merely a memory
But a beautiful one at that
Jan 26, 2024
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Iâve been anti-med my whole life (because of my ocd i had a massive fear taking meds would fuck up my liver and kill meâŚlol) but my new and fantastic therapist (another separate rec) has helped me realize that I should try it⌠and omg LIFE CHANGING.
I havenât had any bad side effects (that I know of?) and have genuinely felt more productive and less anxious. like I can finally go to bed without worrying about my hair rubbing against my pillow, and can take a shower without having to Freak Out about stepping on the dirty floor..
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Thank you science and thank you therapy!
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