Let me tell you a story…
My junior year of college, I decided I wanted to study abroad. My University had a great exchange program, so I applied and crossed my fingers I’d get accepted. While I waited to hear back, I started looking for possible summer jobs. The campus newspaper had an ad for counselors for a girls’ camp in Massachusetts. I thought that sounded like a nice change from the same ol', so I wrote off for an application.
Shortly thereafter, I found I’d been accepted into the exchange program. I was going to England!!! While a summer job at a New England camp might be fun, it didn’t pay nearly enough to finance a year abroad. The camp application went in the trash, and I got a job waiting tables. Less fun, but more money.
Come September, I crossed the Atlantic and checked in to my dorm. (It was actually my third choice of dorms, but I was over my disappointment about that by then. Really. I was.)
That’s when I met the Darling Geek.
Oddly, though, DG was sporting a pretty good tan that fall—something you don’t see much of in a cold, rainy country. I asked him about it. Turns out, he’d spent the last summer teaching sailing at a boys’ camp in Massachusetts. He’d had a great time—not so much with the pre-teen boys at his camp, but with the counselors from the girls’ camp across the lake.
The same girls’ camp I’d gotten an application for.
If I hadn’t been accepted to the exchange program, I’d have spent the summer at that girls’ camp. And I’d have met the Darling Geek there. Instead, we end up in the same dorm five thousand miles away.
DG claims not to believe in destiny or fate, but I think DG and I were meant to be together. One way or the other, I would have met him. I guess if your soulmate lives in another country, Fate has to get creative and hedge her bets.
We just celebrated our 11th anniversary. Thanks, Fate.
Do you believe in Fate? What about soulmates? Do you think you were destined to be with your Darling? Tell us your (or someone else’s) love story. Best tales will win books.