juliaallisonI love him.
kate_ridesThis is everything ☝️?✨✨ #love
aylanereoI love your love!!
oliviamhowellSo sweet ?
lacocinita? Did he buy you that tree?!
cmc2412Gorgeous couple ?
lacocinita@juliaallison the perfect hippie gift ? ?
A tipster writes:
LOL I know [Alex] Marson and this is a match made in heaven. While an extremely talented scientist, he’s exactly like Donk personality wise. Totally vain, totally pretends to be something he’s not (NOT a trustfund kid, although loves if people thinks he is). I’m sure he even thinks he is Mr. Big. I bet they get married at NY Library within a year.
One thing to note, these are very flattering photos of our scientist. Not that it matters, but he’s quite overweight.
Update: A lot of intel is coming in about Marson, including how he hooked up with A Donkey. I was going to wait until tomorrow to share some of this info in a new post; however, a new commenter beat me to it. Marson IS NOT Reasonable Man.
A commenter writes: Not set up by Ryan Allis. This guy has been chasing her for years and totally knows what he is getting. This is her post, after long distance dating for a few months:
Once upon a time, back in September 2007, a 26-year-old newspaper columnist found her way to a GOOD magazine party in New York City, where she was living at the time. According to a reliable source, she spent the evening bantering with a witty, hilarious 28-year-old PhD student.
As the legend goes, the sassy young journalist asked him a series of questions about sex, dating and one night stands, supposedly under the guise of writing about it for her weekly Time Out New York column. No such column appeared in print, and to this day, she’s unclear on whether that was a move (entirely possible) or if she just didn’t get the quotes she needed. The young man, suitably intrigued, asked her out, but she declined, citing a conflict of interest due to “dating someone else” (true). It wasn’t meant to be.
In any case, the young woman walked off into the night, having neither exchanged numbers with the young man nor transferred ANY portion of the evening from short to long term memory.
In fact, the entire fateful interaction would have been lost to history entirely except … it only takes one person to remember.
And the young man in question did.
He held onto the memory of that night for years – 9, to be exact – until July of 2016, when he messaged her on Facebook. He had moved to San Francisco. Did she want to grab drinks?
No response. She didn’t see the message.
Undeterred, in October of 2017, he messaged her again, this time with a now legendary line: “Thought I’d reach out again. I suspect we’d have a lot to talk about. Want to meet?”
Again, she didn’t see the message. And besides, she was in Bali, being celibate. Not the best timing.
But the winds of fate finally shifted, and in July of 2018, against all statistical odds, she ran across the messages, and politely replied. She had just gotten back into the country and, sure, she’d like to meet up. Although she had absolutely no idea who he was (“Remind me how I know you again?” she typed, perplexed.)
As it turned out, he had suspected correctly … they had A LOT to talk about.
So it unfolded, spectacularly – and yes, inexplicably. He started calling three times a day, inexplicably. She found herself excited to pick up every time, inexplicably.
Nearly eleven years after they met, they went on their first date, which he kept calling their “second.” Charming, that one. ? The three months of courtship since their first/second date have been nothing less than total magic, both inexplicably, and very explicably.
“I met the person I want to keep talking to,” he said once to her, and she wrote it down in a notes file dedicated solely to his quotes. He’s eminently quotable.
Friends, allow me to introduce the young man in question, my beloved, Alex Marson.
He is, in a sentence: wondrously unique, incredibly kind, completely brilliant, undeniably special, and I am totally, utterly in love.
Also: persistence works!
Oh, Donk, you’re such a prize! Who wouldn’t wait years just to get a date with your sassy self?
A three-month whirlwind romance? We hear kids are definitely on the menu, though they’ve seen each other much less than three months. She was at Burning Man for two weeks after they met, then she jetted to Bali in late September. This is totally wack-a-loon, even for our aging, desperate burro.