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If I ever sat down to write the story of how I met my wife, and came to marry my wife, I would never sit down to write that story. At least, not from any real perspective. Not because it isn't a great story. It is. It's full of really wonderful litte details that start with a simple argumen on a social networking site and end with two people pledging their undying love for one another. That's a good story. I'd pay to read that, and I lived it. That's how interesting it is to me. Still don't want to read it. Because I'd look like an absolute fool. Because I was.
I had spent most of my "romantic life" avoiding woman of actual sustance. I sought out women who posed no real threat, nor reward, so I could allow myself to...you know what, let me alter that. I sought out GIRLS. Child minded adults who believed responsibility was cleaning one room of their apartment, and spending all of their time in it, to avoid the sloth like filth that they left untouched in the rest of the house. Or they'd pretend they didn't know their father was cheating on their mother because daddy paid the car bill and mommy needed a ride. Despicable behavior in many different ways, but not the point I'm trying to make.
The point I am trying to make is that when I met my wife, I wasn't anywhere near ready. I never could've been. She was everything I had ever wanted, both physically, and mentally. Especially mentally. As it wasn't rare for a woman to look past my good looks(trust me, I had a few back then), and concentrate on my actual personality. She called me out on my shit, and didn't just take what I said as law. She was funny, and charming and sexy and all the things the women/girls I had wasted my time with previously never were. She was worth it.
So worth it, then I panicked. And took my leave of her, romanticly. We kept in touch, I kept pictures of her on my dresser. One of the terrible decisions actually commented on the pictures, and almost didn't believe me when I told her that it was just my best friend. I can't say I blame her. After all, I'm a terrible liar.
As the years past, we'd stay in touch. She got married, I bounced from one terrible decision to another. She got divorced, moved around the states whenever the wind blew the right way, and then one day, she was in buffalo. And I was in Ny. And suddenly, the best friend I'd kept at arms length, was in front of me, looking into my eyes. and for the first time in my entire life. I was faced with a person, who I didn't want to go away. I was looking into the eyes I wanted to stare at forever. And they were looking right back at me.
I may not be able to write this story. But it is the greatest honor of my life, that I get to spend the rest of said life, living this story with her.
- I am 36 years old. I plan on acting that age any day now.
- I am married to my best friend, whom I've known for many years, and intend to be married to for many more.
- I have zero tattoos. Being a fan of pain, It is simply because I do not like anything enough to keep it on me forever.
- I'm addicted to nothing in this world but Coffee.
- I smoked for 13 years, before quitting cold turkey.
- I have a very dark sense of humor, but I'm actually a really nice guy once you look past it.
- I do not suffer fools.
- I love my beer. But not IPA's. Why anyone drinks them, Idk.
- I listen to the same music I did 20 years ago. Very little new music appeals to me.
- I've learned, through terrible tradgedy, and amazing luck, that there is not just one way to behave.
There is more to me, but not much more to this blog, as I don't feel like writing any more. GG.
