After a day on the coast, we drove back in a downpour as she took corners too quickly on a winding highway. Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” started to play on a static-fuzzed radio and I thought, “I’m in love with this girl and I might die.”
—Jonathon
Postscript: She didn’t actually kill me and we dated for three years. The breakup, however, nearly killed me.
In college, I was a fan of the “Calvin and Hobbes” comic strip and ate Honey Bunches of Oats cereal religiously. After dating a girl for only a couple of weeks, Valentine’s Day came around and she gave me a box of the cereal with “Calvin and Hobbes” strips taped over all over it.
—Aaron
Postscript: I never told her I loved her and proceeded to make several more bad decisions to eventually end it.
It was love when I realized that — on top of everything else — he was just as kinky as I was and I didn’t have to be embarrassed or hide it anymore.
—Alison
Postscript: Five years and two kids later, we’re happy and as kinky as ever.
We visited a Roman spa where men and women could “spa together.” I also invited one of my girlfriends to join us. My beau, whom I am sure was excited that he was soon to spa with two beautiful women, was supportive in her attending our afternoon adventure. While there, I never saw sooo many flaccid penises in my life! That day, in the spa, surrounded by flesh, I knew we could be naked around each other forever.
—Christine
Postscript: We married 2 years later and are still naked!
After enjoying a wonderful first sleepover, she hopped out of bed and came back with a carton of ice-cream. Again: naked person and ice-cream. Classical art is scarcely as beautiful.
—Aaron
Postscript: We stayed together for the next couple of years. Then I got traded in for a bike mechanic with a ponytail.
We both have the “go for the joke” gene—that risk-taking, occasionally destructive tendency to joke about anything, anywhere. Early on, I knew she was smart, funny, willing to take chances and shared the same twisted sense of humor. I would never be bored, always challenged and we could laugh about anything. That’s huge.
—Rob
Postscript: We married three years later, after many laugh-so-hard-it-hurts landmarks and the occasional joke dud. She still makes me laugh.
