We met on the backpages of craigslist.
We actually met on Instagram. We had followed each other for a while, until one day I (Jesse) finally decided to slide into Brandon’s DM’s. A few months later, he mailed me a Valentine’s Day package, that was filled with Oreos, fly tying material, and flies that he had tied himself. The rest is history.
When I flew out to Alberta to meet him for the first time, our first date was an all-day fly fishing trek through knee-deep snow in -30 degree weather. We both agreed afterwards that although it might not of been the best day of fishing, it was still the best first date.
After endless daily texts, meme exchanges, Facetime calls, and a few trips back and fourth between British Columbia and Alberta -- we both became tired of the long distance. We took a huge chance on each other and decided that I (Jesse) should just move to Alberta. I packed up my apartment, I quit my job of 7 years with no new job lined up, and I embarked on a new adventure. We had spent less than 14 days total together in person before I moved in with Brandon, but it was a risk we were willing to take.