Some advice for all those making the foray into online dating: only go online after you've already met
the other person. Better yet, wait four years, then start chatting online. Sparks are bound to fly. Sure, it's not
exactly the easiest road to true love, but then our journey has been anything but ordinary.
We first met in 2002 in Chicago, when our passion for film and learning how God speaks through story led us
both to a month-long screenwriting seminar called Act One: Writing for Hollywood. You could say there was... interest,
but the protocol of our tutelage and the respective dynamics of school, careers and life in different states precluded
any kind of romantic entanglements. Still, Liz had become lodged in Dave's brain as a worthy contender for possible
future writing collaborations, as it were...
This was tested in June of 2006 when Dave went looking for Liz. Having completed stage one of a major
writing project (the episodic "7 Days to Stay Dead") Dave sought solid feedback from that worthy contender.
Liz, in her own right had been through grad school, as well as her own writing projects, one of which garnered
her a Hollywood manager. The downside was that four years
has a way of dismantling lines of communication. How in the world to reconnect?
Seven pages deep into a Google search brought up Liz's blog, and a well-planned email was all it took.
The rest, as they say (and to use a cliché) is history.
Certainly, four years is a long time to wait, but we've both seen how God has used that time to shape us
individually and to fit us for each other and for the work He's prepared for us. Perhaps that work will be low
profile: relationships, short creative projects and sketches. Or maybe sometime we'll have the chance to work on
produced screenplays together. Either way, we trust Him as the author of our story.
Oh, and the ducks... Our first face-to-face rendezvous since 2002 came in July of 2006 - a quick, nervy lunch
in Indianapolis as Liz was on her way to visit her family in southern Indiana. As we said our farewells, standing
next to our cars in the stifling 90° heat, we noticed we each had a small, solitary passenger nestled in our
dashboards - little yellow rubber ducks. The same exact duck in fact.
Okay, not exactly a coincidence to start a relationship on, so it's good we've got the other stuff.
