We unexpectedly found a snake in his partially flooded basement on a rainy evening. It took two hours to capture it together. Seeing him regress to the likes of an 8-year-old girl, complete with the high-pitched scream, melted my heart.
Post Script: Dated for nine months and broke up. Reconnected in the spring of 2009 and just recently (finally) confessed our love to each other.
He took me to see The Notebook, and of course I cried through the whole thing. He took me to McDonald’s afterward, and I was crying with a mouthful of a McChicken sandwich. And he didn’t care. He kissed me anyway.
Postscript: We dated for a year, and now we’re best friends.
We were good friends and both huge Charlie Chaplin fans. I knew I had feelings for him but didn’t know if he felt the same. At the end of his autobiography Chaplin writes about his love for his wife Oona. When he was away at school he sent me a love letter and finished it with the same lines that Chaplin wrote. I was hooked.
Postscript: After about a year it ended badly. But for a while it was incredibly romantic in only the way young, first love can be. No hard feelings now.
best of sweet
We were both with other people at the time. We couldn’t hang out much, so we’d often chat online late into the night. One night we stayed up late watching Beauty and the Beast “together” over Youtube. She fell asleep during the ballroom dance scene. I gave her sh** for it, but I fell in love with her for it regardless.
Postscript: We’re nine months into our own now, ready to tackle the challenges of staying together through my forthcoming deployment. I imagine we’ll watch some more movies online together, and she’ll still fall asleep.
I read her entire 93 page blog before we even met. She captivated me before I met her, and has captivated me ever since.
Postscript: We got married this January!
best of sexy
As I was reading her a poem that I wrote she started taking off her clothes.
Postscript: Poetry gets me laid.
I couldn’t be happy unless I was with him. I could tell when I first met him that he would be the end of me…
Postscript:…and I love it.