Letter From the Editor: My Own Love Story

Letter From the Editor: My Own Love Story

As an owner of the paper I couldn’t enter our love story contest, but I thought I’d share my story anyways. I’m certainly a little biased about it, but I think it’s pretty neat. See, my husband and I met on Omegle. I’d be amazed if anyone reading this knows what Omegle is, and even more so had they ever been on it.

Omegle is a chat site that connects you to a random stranger. There are no names, no pictures, and you never know how physically far away “Stranger 2” is. Once one stranger leaves the conversation, you might never again be connected. I don’t remember why exactly I agreed to swap Skype usernames so we could continue speaking the next day, but I’m certainly glad I did.

We met when I was in my first year of university. Manny, eight months younger, was just preparing to go to university himself, although over 4,000km away and three hours behind in southern California, where he was born and raised. He was a silly kid in my eyes, but he made for good conversation when I was bored and I was always up for making new friends, even if they were only online.

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