It was an unusually hot day in February, and we went to the lake to shoot photographs. Later while getting snacks at a corner store, she told me that people like the way we look together. And thus began her routine of saying exactly what I am thinking.
Postscript: She still says exactly what’s on my mind.
I got into a university far away, but neither of us could say goodbye. Every weekend for the following six months, he would bike 350 miles through one of the harshest and coldest winters recorded to see me.
Postscript: Now almost a year down the line, we live in the same city, and we’re very much in love. He still tells me he fell in love the moment he saw me.
We had been on two dates. He liked Wilco and bikes and had a bunch of beautiful tattoos. We had made out, held hands, laughed. Then one night he called me up to chat, told me he had bought his housemates some pastries, and then asked me if I believed in greed as an inherent human value. We spoke for three hours, and I knew.
Postscript: We just signed the lease for a place with a punched-tin ceiling.
After spotting a tall, cute guy at a bull-riding event, I walked up to him, doing my best to be cute and sexy, and promptly spilled my beer down the front of my shirt. It didn’t seem to matter, though—or maybe it was the spill that caught his interest. We went dancing afterward and haven’t been able to get enough of each other since.
Postscript: We’re complete opposites, but it’s working for us!
She smiled at me, and I was like, “Why the hell is that type of girl smiling at me?” I was watching Star Trek: Voyager reruns on my dual monitor setup at work. She was “cheerleader hot”: size zero, tanned, practiced yoga. To say the least, she wasn’t my “type,” but I invited her out with my friend and I to see a movie. Afterward I asked her if she wanted to come over and have some spaghetti. We got back to my studio apartment, and I told her I wasn’t the type to kiss a girl first. She did. It was primal. Hot. Over and over.
Postscript: We were married eight months later. Our first child was born one year after that.
At her place, we discussed some of her religious decorations, such as her fascination with Hinduism and her inordinate knowledge of religion. I had just been to a Hindu place of worship the day before and know way too much about religion. We were hooked.
Postscript: We’ve been hooked ever since.
I met him in college playing Super Mario Brothers with friends. He never even looked up at me. So I said “screw it.” Later that week, I went out to a club, where I ended up running back into “Mario.” (I never knew his name). It turns out he had noticed me and wanted to know everything about me. We left the club together and watched a late-night movie. That night I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.
— Princess Peach
Postscript: What I didn’t know that night was that four years later we would be married with two kids!