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How did you meet/impress your current spouse/partner/significant other?
I love you, bigb.
You've never met me in a large group of unorganized people.
But thanks. I love you, too.
I'm the same way actually. I fake it well but can't wait to get the **** outta there.
What's that got to do with love doe?
My wife was friends with my sister. I met her when she and another one of my sister's friends (a girl I've known since I was two) came over to spend the night. My wife and I talked all night until we got hungry and I made her chocolate oatmeal peanut butter no bake cookies. I was thirteen. We were friends. We didn't start dating until I was twenty.
That's a lovely gameface. Nice one.
♪alt13
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September 2002
I was 17 and living in a 1983 Honda Accord with a manx kitten I had rescued from "the mean streets of town". I was at a coffee shop that night splitting a fifth of Kamchatka with a middle aged recently divorced man named Chet. Chet was convinced that Black Sabbath's best album was Heaven and Hell despite my insistence that Ronnie James Dio although a metal god just simply wasn't better than Ozzy and the album Master of Reality. Around this time a girl with a butterfly tattoo wearing a studded belt, a Hello Kitty hoodie, and black cut off pants with a Ramones patch sewed onto one of the *** pockets walked in. I was too nervous to remember what I said to her other than I offered her my number which she accepted. About a week later she called me. I picked her up and we shared a joint walking around a cemetery all night getting to know each other. As the sun rose we went to get in line for wristbands for the upcoming tool concert.
At the show one of our party asked her if I was her boyfriend. I realized at that moment that we hadn't actually discussed it. I didn't know how she would respond. She paused and then looked up at me like, well... A little unsure if she was trying to spare my feelings or protecting her own I said "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend." Later as we were walking to the car she said "So, if you're my boyfriend I guess that makes me your girlfriend?". I replied "You know, if that's cool with you". She said "Good, cuz you need to get rid of that cat".
I was 17 and living in a 1983 Honda Accord with a manx kitten I had rescued from "the mean streets of town". I was at a coffee shop that night splitting a fifth of Kamchatka with a middle aged recently divorced man named Chet. Chet was convinced that Black Sabbath's best album was Heaven and Hell despite my insistence that Ronnie James Dio although a metal god just simply wasn't better than Ozzy and the album Master of Reality. Around this time a girl with a butterfly tattoo wearing a studded belt, a Hello Kitty hoodie, and black cut off pants with a Ramones patch sewed onto one of the *** pockets walked in. I was too nervous to remember what I said to her other than I offered her my number which she accepted. About a week later she called me. I picked her up and we shared a joint walking around a cemetery all night getting to know each other. As the sun rose we went to get in line for wristbands for the upcoming tool concert.
At the show one of our party asked her if I was her boyfriend. I realized at that moment that we hadn't actually discussed it. I didn't know how she would respond. She paused and then looked up at me like, well... A little unsure if she was trying to spare my feelings or protecting her own I said "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend." Later as we were walking to the car she said "So, if you're my boyfriend I guess that makes me your girlfriend?". I replied "You know, if that's cool with you". She said "Good, cuz you need to get rid of that cat".
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thanks OL-- she gave me a big ol' smooch as she got out my car just now. Turns out she literally broke things off with her ex this morning #dattiming
this is really awesome