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Three years ago I was sitting in a Caribou across the table from a boy I’d met online. We’d been conversing online and on the phone for close to three weeks and it had finally come to our first date…face to face. We spent almost EIGHT HOURS sitting there together, talking about everything and nothing, holding hands, staring at each other and out the window, awkward and shy, and by the time we finally left… Keep reading…Three Years…
November 18, 2007… The plan had been to meet for lunch on Sunday afternoon, though we both knew neither one of us would be the least bit hungry. Two introverts meeting face to face for the first time generally results in a lot of nerves. Appetites would be nonexistent. Meeting was the important part. Food was an afterthought. It had been three weeks of countless, long-winded emails and night after night of four-hour phone conversations… Keep reading…Chemistry Experiment…
I never imagined myself marrying a younger man. (For a lot of years I never imagined myself getting married but that’s a story for a different day.) Boys mature so much slower than girls. Why would I want to be with someone younger than me? Then I met Bob. Granted the very first picture I saw of him I thought he was fifteen and not twenty-five. My initial instinct was to panic—he’s three years younger… Keep reading…Twenty-Eight…
One year ago today I married the love of my life. I started out writing something entirely different about us and our relationship, but it turned in a direction I didn’t want. Maybe it’s something I could write for another day. But not today. Our tiny wedding ceremony might have excluded a lot of people, but it was perfect for US. We had the wedding we wanted. If there is anything I feel like I… Keep reading…Year One…