"How I Fell in Love With…" Blog Series – Intro

Sarah and I have planned to properly enter the Twenty-First Century for a while now (around six years, give or take a week). To this end, I recently obtained a computer that doesn't require a hand crank and Sarah has finally acquired a cell phone that's smaller than a loaf of bread. Both major strides. But, one major stumbling block in our quest was making our mark on the blog-iverse. Sarah and I feared, quite rightly, that our lives are far too boring to blab about on any regular basis. An entry of this ilk might read something like this:

. . .went to grocery store. Bought chocolate covered pretzels. Wrote for six hours. Consumed entire bag of chocolate covered pretzels. . .

Wouldn't exactly set the world on fire, and definitely not the kind of thing anyone wants to read on a regular basis. So, Sarah and I put our massive craniums together (the sound could be heard from space) and came up with our own spin on the blog. The result "How to Make a Grass Skirt in Twelve Easy Steps" was immediately scrapped.

Luckily, not long after, in a dash of brilliance that can only be accounted for by the copious amounts of Red Stripe I'd consumed shortly before, I came up with a new idea. I thought it might be fun (and oddly cathartic) to document for posterity all the many fantasy loves we've had over the years.

As I've explained in a previous entry, Sarah and I have a "celebrity problem," the problem being we are occasionally gripped by a deep and abiding love for a man that we've never met, and will probably never meet. Understanding that this "problem" is not unique, and feeling we had more than enough material for several years worth of writing we've decided to give it a go.

The result is Libby Street's "How I Fell in Love With. . ." Blog Series. In each of our entries we will describe what made us fall in love with the particular fella, and tell you how, in some cases, these lovely men disappointed us. They'll be part movie critique and part tabloid dish, with a heap of unabashed drool-fest thrown in for good measure. Ideally, these little trips down memory lane will also be amusing (if not a tad pathetic), and may offer a bit of solace for those of you who toil with the same affliction.

Hope you enjoy it!

-- Emily