Twinsome

Based On a True Story.

I met my wife through YouTube.
It was an unconventional way to meet the girl of my dreams, to be sure, and by far the most unnerving. She was a Youtube personality, and I, a lowly subscriber. Video after video I delved further into her world, hopelessly lost and not yet found...For you see, the girl in whom I fell in love is a twin named Mia, sister to Nia.

Mia's gentle nature instantaneously grabbed hold as I watched the two tell stories about their day to day lives. The only problem that occurred was that the two were too identical; not only sharing the same features but the same heart and mind as well. Even to the point of finishing one another's sentences. Every video took minutes to tell the two apart.

But when I did, things turned magical and the spark flickered to life. Maybe it was how she twirled her hair, or the way she looked at me. Even through this laptop screen she could send my heart a flutter.

I had to comment on the video, nervous as I was. I tried my best to keep in mind that I would merely be just another comment so, "No pressure." I would say, but always chickened out. If I could somehow make her laugh then things would just be ok...I went for it.

"Wow...i didn't know jamaica and america's seasons were so separate. It says you uploaded this in march and yet ya'll still have up ure christmas lights lol" I typed.

"...it says we uploaded in December o.o" She replied.

My heart thumped away as I went back to the video for a second look. And sure enough, there it was, plain as day. "Uploaded by CTooTwin2 on December 15, 2006." I died a little, I won't lie. Somehow I must have mixed up the upload date of the last video I'd just watched with the December video I'd commented on. Sigh, I'd try to play it off.

"...Hmm I see. Disregard that last bit please lol"

She never replied back.

Months passed as I watched new upload after new upload, staying quiet all the while, too embarrassed to speak after our last encounter. But then something amazing happened. Mia and Nia posted a video that stated that they had just recently moved from Jamaica and into a new country. It couldn't be...this was absolutely too good to be true.

"Yea, we had to move because Jamaica jus' doesn't hol' di same oppa'tunities for our careers, so we had to make di call. An' now we're 'ere!"

WHERE! I shouted from within.

But that answer wouldn't be revealed until a few uploads later.

"Hi, people!" They shouted at the start of the video. It's ritual.

"So being 'ere in Florida is..."

I almost couldn't believe my ears. I wouldn't believe them! Not unless I heard it again a second time. I promptly rewinded the video.

"So being 'ere in Florida is so different frum life in Jamaica. It's as doe di people know we aren't frum round 'ere so they jus' stare..." She said.

Unbelievable...I'd lived in Florida my entire life, and was going to college there as well. The only thing separating us now was my own cowardice. I needed to schedule a meeting in the most none creepy way possible. It would be hard, but I thought I could manage.

"Hi guys...I heard you say in one of your videos that you'd like to meet some of your fans. So I decided to inbox you lol Idk if you want to exchange numbers so we can get to know each other or whether It'd just be fun to have a sort of "Blind meeting" but hey, I'm down for whatever lol."

For days I waited in a state of inconceivable anxiety. Then the reply came.

"OMG YES! ure da first fan who actually askd us fa da numba before a meetin. We should definitely talk!"

The enthusiasm in the message was almost palpable, almost sexy. I even found it a bit funny that their accent translated directly into the way the typed. But then again, it seems every one's does nowadays. I continued reading.

"YAAAY dis is goin' to be so fun lmao we'll call you afta Mia gets home from work!"

Did she just say, "...Call when Mia gets home?" Apparently I had been speaking to Nia this whole time so I couldn't help feel a slightly bit irritable. But I wasn't going to bach things up with an attitude.

"haha ok awesome. Cant wait til she gets home. ttyl :]"

"Kk" She added.

The rest of that day had to have been the longest 5 hours of my life. I just couldn't believe that this was happening.

VIBRATE!
VIBRATE!
VIBRATE!
VIBRATE!

My phone was going crazy atop my night stand as I hurriedly ran out of the bathroom without washing my hands to answer the phone. I made sure to take a quick inhale and exhale to calm my nerves before answering.

"Hello?"

"HIII!!!!" The voices shouted simultaneously from the other end.

Goddamnit, which one was her!

"Haha sup guys, I guess I should introduce myself to you huh?" I said in my lightest, sexiest voice.

"We know who ya are, ya username 'Doodelay' ya know!" One said.

"Nuh, ya sayin' it all wrong, its pronounced 'Dood-lay' I tink. Like, witout' di 'eh'" Said the other.

You can't imagine how frustrating it is to not know how to distinguish between the girl you love and the girl you know of. I needed a plan.

"No actually, Mia got it right. It's pronounced 'Doodelay.'" I chuckled.

"How eva ya say it boy! I tink him havin' a hard time distinguishin' us!"

"No, no! Not true, that's not true. You guys just sound a like that's all. We should introduce ourselves. My real names' Adrian."

This plan would have to work. I'll just have them come right out and introduce themselves to me. Surely there must be some minor variance between the two voices.

"Ok. ok. ok. I'm Mia."

"An' I'm Nia."

I can tell they were smiling from the other side of the phone line but I can assure you, I was not. The introduction was too short and too brief to have been able to pin point any sort of discrepancy. My only hope now was to try to be as fun and refreshing as possible during the entirety of the conversation in hopes to secure another. So that's what I did, and that's exactly how it worked out!

A few weeks and 3 uploads later my phone vibrated again. This time, with only one girl on the other end. My heart nearly skipped as the reality of the situation began to sink in. One of them liked me...but who! Which one! WHO WAS I TALKING TO!!! I couldn't ask, there's no way I could possibly ask who I was speaking with for fear of insulting her again...them again...who the heck had I insulted the night before!?

Throughout the whole of our nearly 3 hour long conversation at 1:35 in the morning I had absolutely no idea who I was talking to. All I knew, was that I'd been enamored  senseless.

Eventually her calls became more and more frequent until eventually we were talking, same time, every night. And admittedly, I never asked her, her name. I just pathetically saved her number under "Mia" in hopes that I was right. "Dear God let me be right." I'd pray. But my heart remained unsettled.

1 month before the start of college, I became both comfortable and confident enough to ask her out on a date. Though I have to admit, knowing that someone else feels just as comfortable talking to you as you do them is motivation in and of itself. So that was it, it was time to get to the bottom of this.

I simply couldn't take it any longer, and Mia...or whoever, was certainly not making things easier as she deliberately refrained from any and all mention of her sister's name. Thankfully though, she agreed to meet up with me under one condition.

"Ah right, but ya got ta let me bring along me sista jus' in case." She said.

I couldn't help but give a mildly bitter smile before responding. "Sure...no problem. We'll meet at 'Bell Pepperz.' Its a really great club out near Orlando."

"Oh nuhhh! do we 'ave to go to di club? Me don't enjoy pocked' places." I loved it when she whined.

But regardless. I'd already made my decision and I wasn't going to let her get her way. Not right now anyway.

"Ah, come on...It'll be fun. Alright? Ya jus' gonna 'ave to trus' me." I said with my best Jamaican impression.

It always seemed to make her laugh and this time was no different.

"Oh alright. But It's only because your like, so cute." She said in her best American accent.

She thinks we all say "Like" in between each and every sentence. I suppose I'm somewhat at fault for not disproving that stereotype.

"Haha ok great, I'll meet you by the bar tomorrow night at 10."

"Kk, bye-bye Doodelay..."

"See ya." I said pathetically. "Oh, what will you be wearing!" I continued.

CLICK!

Damnit! Too late, wait a minute...Ok no, no, I was probably just over thinking things.

Ok, it's almost 10 o' clock. I said to myself as I stood hidden away within the throng of people.

My nerves were beginning to get the better of me. Even before all this, I was never any good with matching names with faces, so I knew straight off that bat that I would probably mess this up, but I had to try. I mean...

Just look at her. I thought while pulling out her picture display from my phone.

Well,

Look at them. I corrected.

Goddamnit, she sends me a picture of herself, specifically meant for me, and yet I still can't tell the difference! Normally, falling in love at first sight can be a complex situation in and of itself, but being smitten by twins just raises the level of complexity just a tad bit higher.

Inching ever closer to the bar in which they stood, my left hand began shaking; nearly causing my Raspberry Fanta to slip between my grasp. But it didn't.

Oh, thank God. I thought, while wiping off my sweaty palms onto my denim jeans.

I was looking good, I knew it, they knew it, she would know it, hopefully...But for some reason or another I just couldn't shake my incessant nervousness. I was going back and forth within myself about the most trivial matters I could think of.

Is my hair ok?

You wear a buzz cut, don't be silly.

Any eye boogers?

Ugh, just pick it and check!

But I might smear it further onto my face!

Goddamnit Adrian, get a hold of yourself!

Ugh, your right.

The most nerve racking part of this whole experience would be once I finally worked up enough courage to say a name. Something I hadn't done since that distant first conversation.

Oh boy...

Ok...

There they are. I said as I walked slowly over to wear they stood.

There I was, at that bar at 10 o' clock just as specified. But sadly my insecurities still had the upper hand once I'd arrived. Now, I was  stuck sitting on a wobbly bar stool placed directly beside them, unable to say a thing. You see, to speak too quickly after having just sat down would come off as weak. On the other hand, waiting too long might cause her to grow impatient and leave altogether. I'd have to be precise.

What to do, what to do?

Damn my vacillation! Had I just walked straight up to her to begin with...

"I can't believe me here wit' you jus' sittin' here at dis cramped ass club." Said the first twin said irritably.

She was wearing a white, half cut, T-shirt with gold trimmed wording that sat just below her cleavage. Needless to say I was too worried to risk reading it, even for a second. She had a smooth, beautiful accent that accentuated every cantankerous word she uttered. And though her sex appeal was extraordinary, she couldn't possibly be the one I loved...Could she?

"Nuh please don't say dat gul, it's not borin'! Ya jus' won't dance wit anybody cause ya steady sittin' round here mopin'!"

Could it be? I don't know why, but I went for it. Perhaps, only a man in my position could comprehend such an apparent contrast between two such identical voices. Like a snap, or flash of light, I learned to differentiate between a goddess and an angel.

"Wateva ya say but I'm really gettin' tired of bein' here. I'm bout ready to go." The girl with the white T-shirt said.

"No please, wait..." I asserted.

"I'm really sorry I kept you waiting, Nia..."