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before i forget
*chagrined look*.
some time this month was the paramour and my 10th anniversary. we don't know for sure when, because whenever we try to remember, i end up having to dig up the maintenance booklet for my old subaru, and this time i couldn't find it because ironically my room is messier than ever due to my attempts to create more order (oh, shut up, matthew! it is so correct usage :). luckily neither of us is into celebrating specific dates, but hey, we think it's about a decade! that's a good enough number in the short life of a human to take note of it.
my first encounter with the paramour online had been in soc.singles (before it descended into total crap), when i ripped zir an extra orifice based on a quoted portion of a post (lambasting us snigglers) from which, unfortunately, the punchline had been elided.[1] that was to be a sign. of the apocalypse? *grin*. things improved fast after that initial bite, since the paramour has a sense of humour, which was glaringly obvious as soon as i saw the punchline to that fated post. we bantered a little in email, i learned to recognise zir irreverent sense of humour without needing a spoon-fed punchline, and zie moved quickly into the group of people i was looking forward to meet some time.
i remember that it was july when i trecked down towards denver for a soc.singles get-together, and almost turned right around and drove back because i'd had a lousy time at home just before that, my as yet untreated depression was raging rampantly, i wasn't feeling social at all, and was dreading meeting a lot of people all at once, even though i really liked them. i did turn around. i drove around the area for an hour and sat in my car for a while, and walked the dog. then i went back to littleton. met oodles of neat people. and met the paramour-to-be. who wore a hideous shirt (i call it the "vomit vest"), and was introduced to me as d. esmay (which i did not believe for a minute, contrary to the time when i met jeem pretending to be lars, which i could have believed had it not been for the person who sniggered) -- apologies for the sniggler injokes, alas you did have to be there.
i don't believe in love at first sight, but it didn't take more than an hour or two for serious attraction to hit -- how could i resist somebody who made the snarkiest of comments just under zir breath, with the kindest of smiles? and then zie critiqued my botched attempt at making grilled cheese sandwiches... when i dropped zir off at the airport after the weekend was over, i walked away hiding a tear -- we had briefly contemplated me driving zir back to toronto, but didn't quite give in to the madness. :) we both knew we had something, though what that was, who knew. it didn't really matter what it was. just that it was nifty.
10 years later, and we still banter like it were going out of style. i can stand the paramour around me even when i feel like shit, and my life is filled with an extra large dollop of delight because zie's in it. we are best companions, and i couldn't imagine it being any better than it is.
i am so very lucky. thanks for being you, capsicum. and -- nice tush!
[1] old home time: thanks to google, that exchange is now saved on my hard drive. note that google does also not have the original article in question, so i am safe in sticking to my story that i NEVER SAW IT!
some time this month was the paramour and my 10th anniversary. we don't know for sure when, because whenever we try to remember, i end up having to dig up the maintenance booklet for my old subaru, and this time i couldn't find it because ironically my room is messier than ever due to my attempts to create more order (oh, shut up, matthew! it is so correct usage :). luckily neither of us is into celebrating specific dates, but hey, we think it's about a decade! that's a good enough number in the short life of a human to take note of it.
my first encounter with the paramour online had been in soc.singles (before it descended into total crap), when i ripped zir an extra orifice based on a quoted portion of a post (lambasting us snigglers) from which, unfortunately, the punchline had been elided.[1] that was to be a sign. of the apocalypse? *grin*. things improved fast after that initial bite, since the paramour has a sense of humour, which was glaringly obvious as soon as i saw the punchline to that fated post. we bantered a little in email, i learned to recognise zir irreverent sense of humour without needing a spoon-fed punchline, and zie moved quickly into the group of people i was looking forward to meet some time.
i remember that it was july when i trecked down towards denver for a soc.singles get-together, and almost turned right around and drove back because i'd had a lousy time at home just before that, my as yet untreated depression was raging rampantly, i wasn't feeling social at all, and was dreading meeting a lot of people all at once, even though i really liked them. i did turn around. i drove around the area for an hour and sat in my car for a while, and walked the dog. then i went back to littleton. met oodles of neat people. and met the paramour-to-be. who wore a hideous shirt (i call it the "vomit vest"), and was introduced to me as d. esmay (which i did not believe for a minute, contrary to the time when i met jeem pretending to be lars, which i could have believed had it not been for the person who sniggered) -- apologies for the sniggler injokes, alas you did have to be there.
i don't believe in love at first sight, but it didn't take more than an hour or two for serious attraction to hit -- how could i resist somebody who made the snarkiest of comments just under zir breath, with the kindest of smiles? and then zie critiqued my botched attempt at making grilled cheese sandwiches... when i dropped zir off at the airport after the weekend was over, i walked away hiding a tear -- we had briefly contemplated me driving zir back to toronto, but didn't quite give in to the madness. :) we both knew we had something, though what that was, who knew. it didn't really matter what it was. just that it was nifty.
10 years later, and we still banter like it were going out of style. i can stand the paramour around me even when i feel like shit, and my life is filled with an extra large dollop of delight because zie's in it. we are best companions, and i couldn't imagine it being any better than it is.
i am so very lucky. thanks for being you, capsicum. and -- nice tush!
[1] old home time: thanks to google, that exchange is now saved on my hard drive. note that google does also not have the original article in question, so i am safe in sticking to my story that i NEVER SAW IT!
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Dr. Brat and I were just reminiscing about our meeting almost 9 years ago at BaDBoink. Oviously, great relationships grow from boinking - gotta try it again sometime. :-)
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(Anonymous) 2005-08-01 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)the days of ssm are no longer like that
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May there be many more!
(Anonymous) 2005-08-01 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)-- Graydon
Re: May there be many more!
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You both are in my thoughts daily (even before lj). I love you and I hope to be reading 'bout your 25th and 50th.
Because I want you to be happy and I want to live that long. :)
Love.
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And I'll take that as a good omen, if you don't mind, since HWP mocked my first post to ssm thoroughly. Hmm, come to think of it, it was somewhat prophetic, too.
Why didn't someone warn me?
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That's how I remember it, anyways. :)
Congrats.
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It's a canadian thing, isn't it? You could have warned me. Then again, what a rush. Like a moth to a flame, remember e-marrying me to the canadian in your kitchen at BaDBoink?
"i can stand the paramour around me even when i feel like shit, and my life is filled with an extra large dollop of delight because zie's in it. we are best companions, and i couldn't imagine it being any better than it is."
It *is* a candian thing. I never knew life could be this way. So happy to hear you are experiencing such joy. Enjoy! Congrats! and same to the paramour--hope the tush scars healed well.
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darn tooting, i remember! one of the very best things about that boink. :)
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congratulations!
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(Anonymous) 2005-08-01 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)D(II).
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*snort*
(Anonymous) 2005-08-02 12:06 am (UTC)(link)BTW, did you get the pix I sent?
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i'm not even kidding. :) though i might not be getting much younger; i am hoping to arrest the process before i hit puberty.
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But -- and no doubt you knew that I wouldn't shut up on demand -- "i am not getting good results from my new filing system yet" is a damnable example of irony. So is "We're late because we took a shortcut" or "I gained weight on the first week of my weight-loss exercise regimen." It is, to some degree: amusing, aggrivating, curious, counter-intuitive, perplexing, yadda yadda yadda. My point was that when you use a word like "ironic" which is popularly understood to mean all of those things, you deny yourself the opportunity to tell us more precisely how it strikes you.
I am, of course, still fond of you despite the fact that your writing caused me pain with malice aforethought.
ironic
i picked precisely the word that represents the particular feeling the search for the records created in my mind. not finding something because i am trying to create more order is not (purely) amusing, aggravating, curious, counter-intuitive (though that could get close if i didn't already know that this happens), or perplexing to me, it feels "ironic". so would "we're late because we took a shortcut". it's not about "my filing system doesn't work yet", it's about that nuance of more chaos while creating a different order, and the feeling that evokes -- it's a slightly amused recognition that some good intentions seem to possess a perverse inherent drive towards contrary outcomes. the weightloss example of yours fits "counter-intuitive" well, this one fits "ironic" better.
for me, of course; your inner state may vary.
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(Anonymous) 2005-08-02 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)And I thought your irony in describing the inability to find records as a result of change is perfect. Been there, done that. The underlying system may have sucked, but you knew it. I understand completely.
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Also, I'm glad I'm late, because the only problem of usage I could find in that part of your post was the use of "due" as an adverb, and I was slightly puzzled, though not actually disbelieving, that a disagreement on that level was worth a verbal sticking-out-of-the-tongue. But about the meaning of a word, sure.
Not that you need my permission.
P.
warms the cockles
(Anonymous) 2005-08-15 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)txred