A meming we will go...
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charlottezwebSo there's a love story meme going around and the last one I read was so sweet, that it inspired me to write mine, even though it's not as sweet, or at least sweet in a different way.
In 1996 or 1997, I was finishing up graduate school and working as a tour guide at a carriage company. One night, I went over to a friend's apartment, KS, to borrow a book, "The Diary of Pee-Wee Gaskins" which I don't advise anyone ever reading. One of his friends was over there and we all hung out for a bit. On the way home I thought to myself, that boy with the purple hair and the tongue stud is pretty cute; it's a shame he's so young. Cause he was 18 and I was 26. And, what was his name again?
A year later, I moved to a duplex catercorner to KS's apartment and that same guy was now one of his roommates. Acey. All the girls in my house and all the guys in KS's house were friends so Acey and I saw each other quite a bit and became pretty good friends. That spring, after he turned 20, we had our first date at the Hell Hole Swamp Festival. Afterwards, there was moonshine and Star Wars. And then breakfast. A-hem. He says he knew I was the girl for him when he said "these are not the droids you are looking for" and I laughed.
We dated, sortof, for a few months. He wasn't really interested in a girlfriend and I wanted more from him than a friends with benefits type of relationship. I could tell he was the right guy (how, you might wonder with him being an ass) and couldn't understand how he could be so blind to it. Finally, I'd had enough and moved away to NYC. I saw him a couple of times when I visited home over the next year, but was fed up enough that I stopped talking to him altogether. We v. nonchalantly asked about each other when talking to mutual friends.
After 4 years, I decided to move home. I can't really remember why now, but to prepare, I made several trips home over that last summer to look at apartments, etc. On one of those trips, a friend dragged me out to a house in the country where she'd left her keys. Unexpectedly, Acey was there. One look and I was cursing his name again but sure I could forget him since he had no interest in me anyway. When I came home again, I saw him at a party and it was just like old times. Unfortunately, the old times had ended badly and I was still unsure of his intentions, so I assumed he still just wanted to be friends.
The day I moved back from NYC, Acey was at the apartment helping me unload the truck and assemble my furniture. The next night, we went out with some friends and int he middle of our evening, leaned in close to say, "So are we a couple, or what?" Ah, the romance. ;) I said, "I guess so; I kinda dig ya," and that was it.
A year later he moved into my new apartment that was no bigger than a garden shed. Seriously. I tried buy a regular couch and they couldn't get it in the door. The place also had no heat so we moved out in the dead of winter to sublet a friend's house. That Xmas, we went up to NYC and he proposed Xmas morning after I unwrapped my ring. He also bought me tickets to a band I love and he doesn't as my real Xmas present, which was v. sweet, even though I wouldn't've cared.
That year was a whirlwind of planning and we were married that October in the best and most fun wedding ever. Although I might be a little biased on that point. The honeymoon in DisneyWorld was also amazing, and we came home with a nice souvenir that nine months later, we named Royce.
The first year or so of marriage was not fun as we were both poor and sleep deprived and my thyroid went crazy so I was insane. But we talked a lot and made plans and that year ended and the baby started sleeping more and I took medicine...
Now we've been together 5 1/2 yrs and married for 3 1/2. He is the cream in my coffee and the vermouth in my gin. I've promised not to die of tuberculosis (he watched Moulin Rouge by himself) and he's promised to always find fat sarcastic chunky glasses wearing girls hot. I am the girl he was looking for, he says.
In 1996 or 1997, I was finishing up graduate school and working as a tour guide at a carriage company. One night, I went over to a friend's apartment, KS, to borrow a book, "The Diary of Pee-Wee Gaskins" which I don't advise anyone ever reading. One of his friends was over there and we all hung out for a bit. On the way home I thought to myself, that boy with the purple hair and the tongue stud is pretty cute; it's a shame he's so young. Cause he was 18 and I was 26. And, what was his name again?
A year later, I moved to a duplex catercorner to KS's apartment and that same guy was now one of his roommates. Acey. All the girls in my house and all the guys in KS's house were friends so Acey and I saw each other quite a bit and became pretty good friends. That spring, after he turned 20, we had our first date at the Hell Hole Swamp Festival. Afterwards, there was moonshine and Star Wars. And then breakfast. A-hem. He says he knew I was the girl for him when he said "these are not the droids you are looking for" and I laughed.
We dated, sortof, for a few months. He wasn't really interested in a girlfriend and I wanted more from him than a friends with benefits type of relationship. I could tell he was the right guy (how, you might wonder with him being an ass) and couldn't understand how he could be so blind to it. Finally, I'd had enough and moved away to NYC. I saw him a couple of times when I visited home over the next year, but was fed up enough that I stopped talking to him altogether. We v. nonchalantly asked about each other when talking to mutual friends.
After 4 years, I decided to move home. I can't really remember why now, but to prepare, I made several trips home over that last summer to look at apartments, etc. On one of those trips, a friend dragged me out to a house in the country where she'd left her keys. Unexpectedly, Acey was there. One look and I was cursing his name again but sure I could forget him since he had no interest in me anyway. When I came home again, I saw him at a party and it was just like old times. Unfortunately, the old times had ended badly and I was still unsure of his intentions, so I assumed he still just wanted to be friends.
The day I moved back from NYC, Acey was at the apartment helping me unload the truck and assemble my furniture. The next night, we went out with some friends and int he middle of our evening, leaned in close to say, "So are we a couple, or what?" Ah, the romance. ;) I said, "I guess so; I kinda dig ya," and that was it.
A year later he moved into my new apartment that was no bigger than a garden shed. Seriously. I tried buy a regular couch and they couldn't get it in the door. The place also had no heat so we moved out in the dead of winter to sublet a friend's house. That Xmas, we went up to NYC and he proposed Xmas morning after I unwrapped my ring. He also bought me tickets to a band I love and he doesn't as my real Xmas present, which was v. sweet, even though I wouldn't've cared.
That year was a whirlwind of planning and we were married that October in the best and most fun wedding ever. Although I might be a little biased on that point. The honeymoon in DisneyWorld was also amazing, and we came home with a nice souvenir that nine months later, we named Royce.
The first year or so of marriage was not fun as we were both poor and sleep deprived and my thyroid went crazy so I was insane. But we talked a lot and made plans and that year ended and the baby started sleeping more and I took medicine...
Now we've been together 5 1/2 yrs and married for 3 1/2. He is the cream in my coffee and the vermouth in my gin. I've promised not to die of tuberculosis (he watched Moulin Rouge by himself) and he's promised to always find fat sarcastic chunky glasses wearing girls hot. I am the girl he was looking for, he says.
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Date: 2008-02-14 09:35 pm (UTC)