Him * playing guitar *

Me ‘Rhiannon?’

Him ‘like Fleetwood Mac? How about this one?’

Me “That’s a good-looking pit bull you have there. How old is he?”

Kent “Yes, this is Fleetwood Mac, Flea for short, and he’s the best boy ever.”

Me “Want to get a beer?”

Kent “Yep, I’ll buy.”

Me: “It’s nice to hear a voice to put to your email. Have you had dinner yet?”

Her: “No, I haven’t eaten”

Me: “How about we meet at Rustica?”

Her: “Sure, it’s almost 6, how about at 6:30?”

Me: “See you then!”

^ Aww, you broke the Fleetwood Mac run.

@Seek_Kolinahr That was an odd coincidence!

(And Flea was 11 mos old and we had him for 13 years together.)

[Waiting in the rain for the “DON’T WALK” light to change so we can catch the shuttle to campus.]
SO: Oh no, it looks like we missed the shuttle.
Me: Hopefully we’ll make it when it comes back around.

I have no idea. It was over the phone and I could hardly decipher his thick southern accent. I do remember mouthing to my friend, “He sounds like Forrest Gump!”

Either I got used to the accent or it faded out, because it’s not all that noticeable to me anymore. Probably the former, considering I have to translate what he says for anyone not from the South.

Started out with (giggle giggle…giggle giggle giggle). Me chewing my gum nervously, and then a nervous Nikki spills her martini on me. haha

Me: What kind of music do you like?
Nikki: I like all kinds.
Me: Well, like what?
Nikki: Green Day!
Me: (silence…blink, blink..)

(I hate Green Day with a passion)

Over the phone, calling some random mower repair places. They were all snotty and rude except this one guy. He had a deep, soothing voice, which I needed because I was in a panic.
I said, “Do you have any used lawn mowers for $25?”
Him, “No. What’s wrong?”
“I bent my crankshaft.”
“Bring it in, let me take a look at it. Maybe I can fix it for that.”

Next thing I know, I own the damn mower shop.

We worked together so it was a normal introduction as far as work goes. For some reason we started calling each other the wrong name intentionally, so our first few interactions were “Do you know where we keep the basil, Eugene?” “Yes let me show you, it’s over here Linda.”....don’t remember the source of that, but he was so cute.

Him: “Hi, “I’m X.”

Me: “Hi, I’m J.”

Him: “Want to dance?”

Me: “Sure.”

Me: let’s summon demons together.

Him: I dig you.

Hmmmmm… we met on a social network and interacted there, then graduated to emails and texts before we spoke over the phone. It was a few more weeks before we had a platonic get-together, and another month or so before we decided to become romantic partners. So our first verbal interaction was probably very bland.

On a BART train, after I got off work, and was heading home.

Me: Excuse me, but you are very beautiful!

Her: (tears in her eyes) Oh, thank you.

End of conversation. I could tell she was deaf by her voice. She did not pursue the conversation further. I didn’t see her again for 2 years.
When I reminded her of the first meeting, she was amazed. She said she was upset because her (then) husband had made her surrender her hearing dog back to the place she got it. Her ex didn’t like the hearing dog, and how it scared his cats.

^ WAHT???@!?!??

He came out of his office, stuck out his hand and said, “I’m first name, last name.” I was applying to several independent day schools in NYC for my about-to-be third-grader because the public schools were going on strike; my attorney was a trustee at a nice little school on E 76th st. and told me to have a look. That connection triggered the headmaster to pop his head out and say “Hi” to me.

Then, during the interview I had with the Director of Admissions, the headmaster sat in on it, which did not strike me as unusual at the time.

My son was accepted, we said “Yes.” I loved the school and volunteered for several years. Then the headmaster persuaded me to teach third and fourth grade French. One thing led to another.

Me: “I bet you haven’t seen one this big before eh?”
Her: “My word, I can’t say that I have”
Me: “You can stroke it if you like, it won’t bite”
Her: “Okay…woah, down boy, down!”

I bumped into her when taking a mate’s great dane for a walk, get your minds outta the gutter ;-}

LOLL!!

SO:Hello
ME: Hi, it’s “my name”
SO: hey
ME: Wow your voice is so much deeper than I expected

Him: Hey, did you write me this ticket?
Me: ...
Him: Here. You can have it back! (rips it up and hands it back to me)
Me: (Thinks: I can USE this!)
I made him do a nasty stinky lab assignment while I hung my head out of the window and retched. I also made him make me hot chocolate any time I knocked on his door after a shift of freezing my tushie and fingers off while writing more parking tickets.

Thirty-six years later we’re still married.

She said you do not look like your picture. I said yes I’m a lot uglier.

Over Skype, we discussed pollution and idiots.

First, I could not walk past the man. I tried, but nope. My whole body just froze, turned, and followed him. We became roommates while he was working out-of-town as my best friend and his best friend were married and also living in the same house.

The first time we were in a room together:
Him- What are you reading?
Me- The Invisible Man
He sat across from me and stared at me.

Him: “Should we kiss before it gets awkward?”