Wednesday Wonderings: The Wuv of Your Wife. Erm, Life.
I'm trying something new on Wednesdays, though I won't promise every Wednesday. Just some questions I'm curious about and want to see my friends' answers to. You can reply as a comment here or as a separate post in your own journal (please post a link here if you go that route). Let's get some conversations going.
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My story starts something like this: I was taking a writing class with a redheaded friend of mine, (a cute, gay, redheaded friend) and there was this guy in the class. I thought he was pretty cool, but not in a romantic way. At that time, I was married and he was living with his boyfriend.
To hear the rest of the story, we have to hang out some time!!!!!!!
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Funny...I was in that class, too! ;-)
To hear the rest of the story, we have to hang out some time!!!!!!!
Ma'am! Yes, ma'am!
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Phil and I had been in the circle of Mac friends for, well, my entire college career. We and malcubed and some others (Way too many others. Way too many.)shared a house that last summer. Phil was living off of graduation money, and I was temping occasionally, so we had a similar frequently-not-going-to-sleep-early schedule. Which meant, naturally, drinking and watching really bad horror movies late at night.
And I had a couch. It may not have technically belonged to me, but it was the most comfortable couch in the house and by god it was mine. The other couch was vastly inferior.
I am a territorial person by nature, as most people who know me are aware.
One night, Phil was on my couch, and I took exception. Exception of the "Damn it, that's my couch, and I'm going to recline on it. I don't care if you're already there," variety.
I got a crush on him, and one thing led to another, and he stopped dating the girl he was seeing and started being my boyfriend instead. Because I am a territorial person by nature.
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But those hotly contested stories are so entertaining!
We got together about a year later.
I feel like I'm watching David Lynch's Dune: "And time passed..." Where you just know that all the really interesting stuff happened in the bits that got left out.
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I usually tell the story like this: I met Azure at a mutual friend's birthday party. My car broke down en route to the party, but I got it restarted, and I got there terribly late. Only a few people were left. After a few minutes of chatting, Azure told me that I really must sit on the couch with him, because the couch was just so comfortable. I thought this was adorable, and that he was totally my type, and plus he was wearing fuzzy tan pants that made me want to pet his legs, so I agreed. Later that night he managed to offer to follow me home (in case my car broke down again) without it sounding creepy at all. A few weeks later we met at the May Day parade, and eventually he asked me out. We had a very good first date at the Science Museum and other places; unlike your experience, it was very clearly a date. Especially after I kissed him.
While this is all true, it's not really when we met. We had met briefly at another party ( ( ... )
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And did you?
A few weeks later we met at the May Day parade
HOTB May Day? That seems like an excellent place to meet someone.
I gave him advice on how to pick up chicks while he was still in Mexico.
Advice he later used on you, perhaps?
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I met Jay when we were both volunteering for the same Crisis Intervention center in East Lansing, Michigan. I thought he was cute. I called him, and talked to him for about 30 minutes and didn't have enough courage to ask him out. I'm such a coward about things like that. After I hung up, my friend Amanda made me call him back immediately and ask him on a date, which I did.
Our first date went well, or so I thought. We had Chinese food. Our second date... well, he invited a friend along. I was a bit taken aback by that. Then... he did it again! After the second "Do you want to go out with me?" "Sure! Let me ask Becky if she's free, too!" conversation, I asked him if we were dating or not. And I don't remember the exact words he said, but it was more or less: "No, I'm not into you like that."
I thought, "Well, your loss."
The next day he came to visit me at work. And the rest is history.
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Well, he is!
The next day he came to visit me at work.
Sometimes we need time to think about what we've done and realize why it was perhaps not our wisest decision ever.
During the Solstice party L & I went to, she asked me about my New Year's plans and told me that I was welcome to join her and her friends on New Year's Eve. I had standing plans to attend the party my friends have been throwing since the dawn of time, and I said so. About a week later, when I was flying home from MI (I visited my parents a lot in those days), a light clicked on in my brain, and I said, "Oh, duh. That woman you like just asked you out for New Year's." As soon as I got home I called and asked if I could still join her.
Sometimes we have to screw up before we can get it right.
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