How I met Dave Eggers

It all started about a month ago, when Britt and I were walking at Crissy Field near the Golden Gate Bridge. These girls come up and ask us if we're a couple. "Yes," we said. They say they're interns at McSweeney's and want to take our pictures for this photo spread they're doing on couples. We obliged. We corresponded with them later by email and verified the paragraph they wrote about us.

A month later we go to a Dave Eggers book signing for his new book. Britt gets him to sign her book, spelling her name out "Brittany O."

"Like Karen O?" Dave asks.

"Yes," she says.

"Cool," he responds.

Then he sees me, and asks, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

We're in the McSweeney's couples photo thing, we say. He flips out and says, wait for me, I'll be done in 10 minutes, and gives us the address of his office. He was midway through signing Britt's book, but we move out of the way and walk over to his nearby office, which happens to be in the back of a stationary store.

There, we sit around while everyone types away on their Macbooks. I checked out some stuff they had displayed, presumably from the superhero store in Brooklyn, like Time Travel products and different superhuman powers in physical form, like chemical elements. After about 20 minutes, Dave rushes in and whisks us past everyone and into his office in the back. Sweet!

He showed us the photo spread layout. It's a game where they show your pictures individually with a bunch of others on one page, and people are supposed to match you with your mate. The answers are on another page. He said they took the idea from Boston Magazine, but they don't usually do unoriginal things like that. Dave reassures Britt that they chose a good pic of her, and once I tell him I went to Northwestern, he tells me how Northwestern kids used to make fun of him and the other Illinois state school kids when they came to basketball games on our campus. I almost felt bad for him.

Next came the payoff. "Do you guys want anything? Take some books!" he says. We were surrounded by volumes on bookshelves, so I asked him to pick some. He chose "Bowl of Cherries" by 90-year-old author Millard Kaufman, and "The Convalescent" by Jessica Anthony, about a four and a half foot tall Hungarian butcher man, or something, both hardcovers. He also hooked Britt up with the McSweeney's editor, who gave her an assignment. Sweetness!

Finally, we ask, can you sign our books now? He obliges, writing, "with love and strength and thanks," in Britt's copy of "What is the What." After reading her friend's inscription, that the book taught him "it could always be worse," Dave says, "Valentino knows that better than anyone." In our new copy of "Zeitoun" he writes, "So good to know you two. Be Human."

So, Dave was pretty cool. Britt was surprised how young he looked, and I noticed how soft-spoken and humble he seemed. I was so star struck I forgot to ask him to get margaritas with us.