Number Three - The Girl Across The Room

And now we come to the story of Number Three.  A story so complicated, I'm going to have to break this up into a few parts.

There's an old saying about lovers that talks about eyes meeting across a crowded room.  It always sounded corny to me until that night.  I can tell you for a fact that this actually happens.  I don't know what it was about her, but I found myself walking across the room towards her, ignoring pretty much everything else.  I just knew I had to talk to that girl.
I wish that was all there was to the story of how we met, but there's more, and it's not good.
Sigh.
You see, this all happened at a Halloween dance.  I believe I was wearing some sort of a cape, and she was dressed up as...wait for it...a Klingon.  Yeah.  I'll wait for you to stop laughing...okay, you can stop now.
Anyway, we got talking, and exchanged phone numbers, as was the style at the time.  I didn't realize it would be something of a long-distance relationship until later.  In a sharp contrast to my relationship with Number Two, we spent a lot of time talking on the phone.  Well, maybe not so much talking as sighing at each other and not saying things on the phone.  I had a job at the time, so I paid for the long distance charges I racked up.  My family was less than impressed by my monopolization of the phone line, however.
After a while, I decided to visit Number Three at her place.  Not knowing how to drive, I had to get my dad to take me there.  I love my dad, but having him in that same room not knowing what to do when you're trying to talk to your girlfriend is not much fun.  To be clear:  I didn't have plans to get into any sort of trouble, but it was difficult to be myself.  After the initial "So that's what you really look like" reaction, we chatted for a while, and I learned a bit about Number Three.  As if our initial meeting wasn't indication enough, she was a hardcore Trekkie.  The kind of Trekkie who made references to characters I'd never heard as if everyone knew about them.  The kind of Trekkie who wrote fanfiction, and introduced me to fanfiction ideas that I wish I'd never heard of.  (Let's just say, I couldn't think about Spock the same way for a while)
A short while after this (my timeline might be a bit off here, but it's not that important), I got a call from Number Three that started like this:
"I have a confession to make."  For some irrational reason, I thought she was going to tell me she was bisexual.  In retrospect, that probably would have caused even more trouble than I had with her.  "I'm a wiccan."
"Oh.  Okay."  I believe was my response.  She went on to explain her views a little more, mentioning tolerance a lot.  The only thing I was thinking was What have I gotten myself into?