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“Spit and Run”

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I saw him coming from across the room. Tall, dark and handsome (so typical but true). Smile that lit the room. Hundreds of people all around. Yet he was all I could focus on. Was he really coming straight for me? Yes, he was. Standing with a group of men in converstions about their business, Mr. Smiles breaks right in, interupting the conversation. He looks right at me and says, “I have a story I want to tell you.” He goes on… “I was having breakfast with my son. He says, ‘Daddy, someday I want to be just like you, a business man.’ I say, ‘Well, what do you think that will entail?’ He answers, ‘I will go to work and shake hands like the other guys. Here is how I’m going to do it.’ The boy puts out his hand and gives me a vigorous shake. At this point I realized that he had spit in his hand.” Mr. Smiles laughs out loud. That was it, I was caught by his charm. His eyes, his smile seared in my brain. But with an apparent small child. Was he married? Divorced? A single dad? All these thoughts go rushing though my head. Next thing I learn is that he is actually doing business in my small town. We exchange buisness cards. That’s were it all began. My heart split open. It felt like a fire burning inside of me. It was the wonderful glow of passion.

—krzygyrl

Postscript: I never felt so alive. A rush I will never forget.


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“Smelly and sweet”

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He farted under the covers.  He gave me a large smile.  And then began laughing uncontrollably.  Love never smelled so pungent.

—Sharon

Postscript: We’ve been dating for a few months now. Nothing I do in front of him is ever embarrassing.


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“Denial”

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It was love when I watched him work the room for two hours, and only shared six words with him. I was so nervous. It was love when we sat in his car blasting the heat, and he told me everything about himself. It was love when he started talking excitedly about existentialism once I brought up Albert Camus. It was love when I called him sobbing, and he talked me down, even though he was sick.

I denied it and denied it, but one night, after talking about how perfect our relationship was and how happy he was to have me, I couldn’t deny it anymore.
–T

Postscript: Outside forces forced us apart, and he got back together with his ex a week later. This was 15 months ago, and I’m completely aware of how in love with him I was – and still am.


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“From texting to romancing”

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One night after a mixer we were texting and he decided to call me. We ended up talking for 4 hours and I had never opened up to someone so early on. I knew he was someone I would love if not romantically, as a best friend.

—Margoth

Postscript: As of right now we have been dating for well over a year and he is still the person I tell everything to.


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“When you think you’re bored…”

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Sometimes being young, stupid and looking for excitement ruins the rest of your life. But you don’t realize it until it gone for years. Love changes as you get older that’s for sure. I had a responsible man, who took care of everyone financially, worked everyday, was home all the time and annoyed me watching football. Mostly Texas Football, and we lived in Chicago. But ya know, when I was 35 years old, I started longing for those boring days, became a homebody, and really thought about my life. But now…he has four kids and a wife. I have a husband. I love my husband very much. But in a different kinda way, and I will never ever forget the man who actually raised me from a kid to a young lady, and showed me what life was really all about. Bluebeard this is for you. Never forgetting!

— Carol

Postscript: From Argyle to the Suburbs of DesPlaines, you followed me, and let me know you were there! Thank you for making me the woman that I am!


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“He was the new kid”

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In 10th grade, he was the new boy in school….all the girls wanted to meet him…but I got him!  We were friends for 1 year, dated for 9, married for 30.  The saying “I love him more today than yesterday but less than tomorrow” sounds cliché – but it pretty much sums up my ongoing love for my husband and best friend.

—Robin

Postscript: I still have the same crush on him I had when he walked into class the first day.


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“The classroom crush”

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He was a college crush. After class we all went to get coffee. He was already seated with some friends and when I approached, I asked if I could join them. Just as smooth as silk, he said, “We’re pretty particular who sits with us.” I thought, what a jerk! I sat down anyway, and the rest is history.

—Sandy

Postscript: After 41 years of marriage, we have many blessings to be grateful for. He is still pretty particular about who sits with him.


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