couples_therapy - Share a story about your partner
When Perry and I first started dating, we made the mutual decision to keep it under wraps. I was a relatively new U.S. Senator, he was (and is) the editor-in-chief of one of the world's most famous newspapers. We made the decision because we didn't want to face accusations of biased press coming out of the Planet, and because we didn't want to put any extra pressure on our relationship. For our first anniversary, I had been planning to go home to Metropolis for the weekend, but then I got saddled with an important meeting early Monday morning and had to cancel.
Perry decided he was going to be uncharacteristically romantic and surprise me in Washington. Weeks earlier, we'd had a conversation about fairy tales. He despised their lack of realism, I argued that that was the whole point. We talked about how he had never been one for giant, sappy, romantic gestures. I hadn't said anything - I'm a traditional woman, I love big romantic gestures. So, in keeping with our conversation, and in an effort to prove...something, I don't know, he showed up outside my apartment building in Dupont Circle. And started throwing little rocks at my balcony window - which ended up with big cracks in them the next day.
...trouble is, I'd gotten stuck throwing a Washington-sized dinner party for the Minority Whip, and there were thirty Capitol Hill bigwigs in my apartment. I stepped out onto the balcony in my long, brand new, unspeakably expensive designer dress, and stood there absolutely stunned. Not ten seconds later, I had all thirty Capitol Hill bigwigs standing around me, staring down at him. And Perry was flabbergasted. Most of me just wanted to die, and yet, I couldn't stop smiling. He'd outed us, plain as day, and...I started laughing. After a a moment, the Minority Whip sifted through the crowd to stand beside him, looking down at a still horrified Perry with a wry smile. He turned to me and said, "The editor of your state's biggest newspaper? Well played, Senator." Then he walked right back inside. And just like that, I joined the Washington Men's Club, and oddly ended up gaining more respect from my peers.
Perry was convinced that I would be furious with him, because I was the one who had been so adament about our privacy. But when I ran downstairs and outside to meet him, I couldn't have been less angry, or more in love with him. Things always do, somehow, work out for the best. And that's my corny sentiment for the week.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 431
Partner: Perry White (to_littleville; RP)
Perry decided he was going to be uncharacteristically romantic and surprise me in Washington. Weeks earlier, we'd had a conversation about fairy tales. He despised their lack of realism, I argued that that was the whole point. We talked about how he had never been one for giant, sappy, romantic gestures. I hadn't said anything - I'm a traditional woman, I love big romantic gestures. So, in keeping with our conversation, and in an effort to prove...something, I don't know, he showed up outside my apartment building in Dupont Circle. And started throwing little rocks at my balcony window - which ended up with big cracks in them the next day.
...trouble is, I'd gotten stuck throwing a Washington-sized dinner party for the Minority Whip, and there were thirty Capitol Hill bigwigs in my apartment. I stepped out onto the balcony in my long, brand new, unspeakably expensive designer dress, and stood there absolutely stunned. Not ten seconds later, I had all thirty Capitol Hill bigwigs standing around me, staring down at him. And Perry was flabbergasted. Most of me just wanted to die, and yet, I couldn't stop smiling. He'd outed us, plain as day, and...I started laughing. After a a moment, the Minority Whip sifted through the crowd to stand beside him, looking down at a still horrified Perry with a wry smile. He turned to me and said, "The editor of your state's biggest newspaper? Well played, Senator." Then he walked right back inside. And just like that, I joined the Washington Men's Club, and oddly ended up gaining more respect from my peers.
Perry was convinced that I would be furious with him, because I was the one who had been so adament about our privacy. But when I ran downstairs and outside to meet him, I couldn't have been less angry, or more in love with him. Things always do, somehow, work out for the best. And that's my corny sentiment for the week.
Muse: Martha Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 431
Partner: Perry White (to_littleville; RP)