best of strange
I met him through a friend of mine – he happened to be dating her at the time, and from the moment I laid eyes on him, I hated him. He was persistent in talking to me, even if we fought constantly, and eventually he started to grow on me a little. I didn’t realize how much until one night, in a moment of total stupidity, we ended up in a threesome with a mutual friend that ended up getting cut short… and when we were supposed to pick up where we left off the next day, the other girl never showed, we made incredible love, and have never looked back.
Postscript: We’re getting married, and going to have the most incredible life together ever.
We were just friends, and kind of new ones at that. It happened to be my birthday when it happened. He came over for my party; took out a super-cheesy plastic ring, got down on one knee, and asked me to “not” marry him. I told him “Yes, yes I won’t.” I knew right then we were meant to be.
Postscript: We’ve been together for 12 years, and married for 8 of them with 2 beautiful kids.
I knew it was love when I discovered he couldn’t stand The Beatles either. We hated all the same things.
Postscript: We’ve been married for almost a year.
I believe in love at first sight. I saw him at a wedding and I knew that I wanted to be with him. We instantly hit it off. We’ve kept in touch for the past 4 years. I recently saw him and all my feeling came rushing back. My world stops when he hugs me. He is seeing someone else, but won’t admit that to me. I don’t know how things will end up but I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else but him. He makes me so damn happy!
Postscript: I’ll wait until he realizes how much I love him.
best of strange
We were dating for a few months when he said “elephant shoe” to me at a friend’s barbecue. I was lost and had no idea what it meant. So I nervously laughed it off. One of my friends overheard our conversation, shook his head and said, “He said, ‘I love you!’ ” The whole time he was smiling and looking at me. (But he did yell at my friend for ruining the moment.)
Postscript: It lasted two years. I left him because I thought he stopped loving me. It turns out, he never did. He continued to be my Superman and rock, even after the breakup.
best of strange
I had a dream in which Elvis Presley told me he was the one I was looking for.
Postscript: After eight years of on-again, off-again high passion and high drama, it turns out Elvis ain’t the smartest guy about relationships. The guy may be gone, but my love for Elvis remains.
We worked together and had been friends for over a year. One night, I’d gone out with other friends and had my single worst night of drunkenness ever. The next morning, I still had to get home while wearing the same clothes in which I’d been sweating and puking the previous night. Always the class act, I popped in at work to say hello to a few people. She was there. She came up and gave me the slow, deliberate hug while I was at my most revolting, and she smiled until I left.
Postscript: We spent two great weeks together before I moved out of town. I haven’t seen her, and she hasn’t smelled me, in years.