In the mid 90’s I got my first boyfriend. We met in college, moved in together, and I got a job at a local mom and pop video store (the best kind if you’re a movie buff like I am). Immediately after starting work there, I became great friends with one of my new coworkers. After a little while longer, he and I became best friends. My boyfriend that I was living with, well, lets just say we didn’t have alot in common. Okay, honestly he was my first. Yes, the sex “my first”. And the sex was amazing, and it was what kept us together for 3 years. And not to make it sound like that’s all he was good for, I don’t regret dating him, I don’t regret the 3 years I spent with him, and I learned alot from him (and NOT just about sex!). Why am I being so kind about my ex? Well, I fell in love with the best friend at work while we were still together, but I never cheated. And I still loved the ex as well. And what seemed sad at the time, later seemed like great luck! The ex, well he had fallen back in love with his first love, via the internet and broke up with me. We’re still friends today, via the internet.
So, after all of that, my coworker best friend and I spent ALL of our time together. It was so much fun. We had EVERYTHING in common. He went on a date one time, I was at my place depressed and miserable, knowing he was probably kissing her, who knows what, and then my doorbell rang, and it was him. He said he wasn’t having a good time and would rather hang out with me. I swear I saw little winged naked babies with bows and arrows flying around his head. So then after a while we were just together, just naturally happened spending all of our time together. And it was some of the most exciting and fun times of my life. (And that was just the generic version of the story of how my husband and I met and got together).
On a slightly different topic, one of the disadvantages of living with my amazing and wonderful mom is that she insists I watch “her shows” with her. And her shows are NOT my kind of shows. So I must go for now because it’s almost time for Dancing with the Stars… The Results! But it makes mom happy for me to watch, so I do.