Caught by the Kiss-Cam at a Wizards Game!
Three years ago today, Alan and I had had our first date.
We didn’t realize it was a date at the time. We were just two friends from college who hadn’t seen each other in almost 15 years. We’d reconnected on Facebook and realized we were in the same city and thought it’d be fun to grab a drink.
So we met for a margarita at a Lauriol Plaza – a Mexican restaurant within walking distance from my place. That was my first experience waiting for someone I hadn’t seen in so long. I stood in front of the restaurant, eyeing every guy who walked up, searching for some trace of the Alan I’d known in school, wondering if 15 years was long enough for him to become unrecognizable.
You’re probably rolling your eyes, saying, “Hey Dumbass, didn’t you just tell us you’d reconnected on Facebook? Which has photos?”
And you’re correct, but your name-calling is a bit insulting. Because, Dumbass, we all know that people tend to put publicity stills of themselves from the thinnest/prettiest/follicliest (<– new word) times of their lives. In other words: Facebook is not to be trusted.
Alas, when he finally did approach, I recognized him immediately. THERE was the same southern gentleman l’d known back in school, holding the door for me so I could enter the restaurant, carrying himself as if he had a board shoved up his back because somewhere along the line he’d been taught proper posture.
And just like that, our friendship was rekindled. And then some.
The years fell away and all that had happened between graduation and that moment seemed like collections of short stories we’d been saving up just to tell each other. And we did. And we have been. For three years without pausing.
I know, three isn’t much. You’re probably knowingly shaking your head, thinking, “Silly kids. They haven’t even hit the thick of it yet.” And you’re right. But three’s enough to know that I’ve found someone I never run out of words with. And who always has an ear for me.
The way I figure, that has to count for something right?
Happy anniversary, Alan. Here’s to many more…
pithypants 
Happy Anniversary. Sweet Cheeks and I will celebrate 33 years next month. We sometimes run out of things to say – but the silence is sweet, and tender as any words spoken. Here’s to many more for you and Alan!!!
Congratulations on 33 years! I believe that anyone who clears 30 deserves a medal. Also, you get some points for publicly referring to him as Sweet Cheeks.
No, he gets points for putting up with it. His initials are SC and I always just referred to him as SC. When someone asked me what SC stood for, I just threw out Sweet Cheeks and it stuck… He’s the best!
Happy Anniversary! What a sweet story 🙂 It’s been fifteen years for Scott and I…since I proclaimed him to be the one person, “I just don’t feel like whacking over the head with a pan.” Yes, I said that, and he is. Wishing you many more wonderful years!!!
That’s not a bad rationale for picking a partner… just think of all the marriages that DO end with someone whacking the other in the head with a pan?
Totally.
3 years is great! congrats.
I loved this post!!! So different from the pithypants I (thought) I know and love!!! Happy Happy. And three years IS a long time. A lot of stuff can fit in that time.
See? Like to keep you guessing. Not always a smart-ass. Just most of the time. 🙂
I think three years is fantastic. Well done, you. Congratulations to you both!
That’s lovely! Happy Anniversary!
Great story. Happy anniversary.
Happy anniversary – just celebrated our 34th which has a 3 in it so we’re almost the same. Of course people put up old pictures – that bitch Laurie is still using her 1969 prom queen photo.