Elin is not-so-secretly my wife. - Chess Forums

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If you’ve managed to spend at least an entire year on these forums, then the title may seem eerily similar to a thread I made almost a year ago (‘Hazel is secretly my girlfriend’ thread). While I did think originally that this time of year would be filled with the stress of one-year anniversary plans between us, a lot has changed. After being “Too good for her” and traumatizing the poor girl with the first 17 ½ minutes of 'Orange Is the New Black', she randomly left me on my own, and has been ghostin me for almost an entire year despite me spamming her messages every day.

I thought I would never move on. I spent my days crying in sadness, missing our cheesecake dates and karaoke nights on Fridays. I had no one to do my homework for me, beat up my bullies, and I had lost my soulmate. I did a lot of self-reflection and decided it was probably best for me to try and move on. And in the midst of this period, I met Elin. Let me take you all back three months ago.

I was in Canada with some relatives of mine (including my beloved cousin @Lilyana) for about a week to celebrate Lily’s 20th birthday and to visit some family over there. Her birthday was great, and the day after, they had insisted that I go ice skating to get the “Real Canadian experience”. Everyone was super excited to bundle up and ice skate, and I did my very best to fake a smile and pretend that I was as excited as they were, given that I hated to and couldn’t skate. They had known this, but still decided to rent a pair of skates that were about two sizes too big. To please everyone, I promised to take exactly one lap around the rink; No more, no less.

So, I got on my hands and knees to scoot embarrassingly over to the entrance. I jumped over the small barrier, clung to the wall, and started my long journey around the ice rink. I grasped the wall with all of my life, and shuffled sideways, taking a step to my left and dragging my right foot over so I didn’t fall. Watching everyone in the middle of the ice skating with ease and doing tricks was really impressive, yet demoralizing at the same time. The worst part was that the ‘pro’ skaters seemed annoyed by my presence and gave me some dirty looks as they either skated past me or sprayed ice on me. One girl in particular impressed me, doing what seemed to be some very advanced figure-skating tricks (I’ve been told that she was doing triple axels, loop jumps, lutzes, etc). There were times when I would stop skating (crawling near the wall) to watch this beautiful young lady slay the day away with her tricks. She was short, had dark hair, and seemed to be around my age. Suddenly, I didn’t particularly want to leave the rink like I had just minutes before. I was captivated and enthralled by both her natural swexyness and figure skating skills. After taking about 223 baby-steps forward, I decided that by the time I left, I was going to talk to her.

There were a few problems. The big one was that she was fancy skating in the middle of the rink, and that I couldn’t skate. It was also extremely crowded, so getting to her at all would be quite difficult. So, I took 224 baby steps and thought of a plan to approach her. I very reluctantly decided that if I was going to meet my soulmate, I would have to make the very brave and daring move to go into a crab position and crabwalk to the middle of the rink. I looked at her once more before I took off (slowly crabwalked), and she looked back and smiled. This was the most embarrassing thing I had ever done, but I was hopeful it would be worth it in the end. I scooted as fast as I possibly could towards the middle of the ice rink. The butt was already cold and wet from the ice, but I continued to move quickly (slowly) towards her. Other skaters had to dodge out of my way and were even more annoyed than before. I continued to inch forward, and before I knew it (After 10 minutes), I was almost in the area where the pretty skater girl was. I finally arrived to her location after a few more minutes, and prepared what to say, and brushed my hand through my hair to drastically change it and make it look better. She came into my view, and I got her attention. She turned around, and I got to see her face up close for the first time. Completely captivated by her, I forgot everything I had rehearsed I would say, and ended up stuttering, “W-w-would you like t-to s-s-skate with m-me?” She laughed and said, “Sure, but are you sure you can skate?”. I slowly nodded unconvincingly, since I didn’t want to blow my cover and let her know I couldn’t skate. She reached her hand down to help me up, and my worst fear had come true. I was in the middle of the ice rink, surrounded by elite skaters, including this Canadian girl I was about to try to skate with. I struggled to get to my feet and was about to get up and skate. She reached out her hand again, as a gesture to hold hands and skate with her. I thought for half a second and realized that I had come much too far to go back and be honest with her. She asked if I was ready, and I very slowly nodded, clear nerves showing. She took off and pulled me forward. It was going fine until I fell backwards, and everything went black and quiet.

I woke up in a hospital a few days later, wondering where I was and what had happened. The doctor had told me that I was rushed to the hospital after falling backwards while ice skating and landing extremely hard on my head. He also told me that I had light brain damage, but that everything would be ok after a few days. I had remembered the moments before my fall, when I wanted to impress that one skater girl by trying to skate with her. I guess I had learned my lesson, and I would never see her again. Or so… I thought.

A few hours after waking up, the doctors were running some tests, and she had actually come to visit. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was really her, and to make sure I was awake and not dreaming the whole thing. She had come with a store-bought cake and an apology card. She told me that she felt bad for what she had done and that I had hurt myself, despite my deciding that it was a good idea to try and skate. We talked for longer than it had seemed, getting to know one another and making basix conversation. We seemed to have a good connection to one another, and talking to her was very fun. She had to go, but I decided to take one last shot. I shouted out, “Will I see you again?”. She responded with “In your dreams, and maybe tomorrow”, and flipped her hair. And then, as she walked away, I asked what her name was. “Elin. Nice to meet you.”

When I woke up late the next morning, she was there. I asked why, and she had just shrugged and said, “I just wanted to see you, I guess.” We talked for a while, and I showed her the off-topic forums and all the friends I had made. She made an account and promised to talk to me there. She messaged me there and asked if I had had poutine before, and I said no. She then asked if I’d like to try it with her sometime today, and I instantly responded with an excited ‘Yes!’ both verbally and through the messages.
So, we went to a local restaurant together, ordered our fancy water with lemon in it, and eventually ordered poutine. We talked like we had for the last few days, but it had felt different this time. I think that we had both felt the same way about one another, but were perhaps too afraid to say. The poutine was great, and it was yet another fun experience with Elin.

Things kind of took off from there. I told my family that I couldn’t leave Canada, and I lived alone in an apartment close to Elin’s house for a while. We went on many ‘dates’ together, whether just to eat, watch a movie, or me watching Elin figure skate. We live together in Canada, where it’s beautiful and a little chilly.

We officially got together 6 months ago, and are getting married tomorrow. We wanted to tell everyone, to be honest, and to happily invite everyone. We’re matching profile pictures, and it’s become clear that I fell in love with a pink Oreo. Elin is the best thing that has ever happened, and was worth sacrificing some of my intelligence for. She’s always been there for me, whether that be comforting me at the hospital or helping with my homework. We’re both very excited to take a trip down Honeymoon Avenue and to enjoy our wedding cheesecake and shamelessly eat as much as possible. Or maybe that’s just me.

I guess that means I should go to the nearest store and find a nice outfit, and do whatever else there is to do for such a big occasion. I kind of left all of the planning to Elin and decided to just look pretty for the wedding. We very much look forward to seeing all of you there for the best day of our lives. Make sure to follow whatever is on the wedding invitation, and please get me something nice.

And that’s it. To think that two slay-swexy people could join together to become so close so fast is unbelievable. I am so, so glad that I decided to stop clinging to the wall and take a risk. Sometimes in life, you have to step outside of your comfort zone, get your butt a little wet, and scoot over to your goals. I cannot imagine what my life would be like now if I hadn’t done so. Elin is my everything, and I love her very much, even though she’s Canadian. She taught me what true love was (besides poutine), and I’m lucky to have her in my life.

That’s our story. I fell, not just on the freezing-cold ice, but for her. She, a talented figure skater, and I, clinging to the wall for support, married, swexily slaying all day, every day, every way.

Let’s just say that opposites attract.

Keek!