Gasoline and vasoline

[twicketface]

Eric triumphed in tennis again, beating me 6-4. When my serve is right on, he can't return it. Sadly, this only happened about 5 times last night. Feels good to get out and run around - hope we can make it a weekly occurance.

I'm buying gas today, because I'm a terrorist.

Also, how come no one told me about Quorn before? That faux chicken patty I had last night was the best I've ever had!

Lately I've been thinking about how people start dating. Marie and I met and became friends while she was engaged. Had she been single, I wonder if we would've ended up together - something about her being taken made it easier to just be myself. To those of you who are currently in a relationship, were you single when you met the person or involved with someone else? How do you think it affected your new relationship?

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[drainbead.livejournal.com]

Single when we met, but I'd just taken a vow of celibacy after a string of really, really bad issues for me. And he was a virgin. So that made things easy for about three weeks, and that's about when we both realized that both of those things were going to change. We were never serious or exclusive back then, although we fooled around for probably seven months or so before we both mutually went our separate ways. He was, as you might imagine, pretty socially immature back then and very, very afraid of commitment, and I was too cynical and bitter from a bunch of really, really bad shit happening to me in the previous two years or so. It just wasn't the right time.

We stayed in touch for years, but only really became good friends again when I was engaged. And you're right, it was a lot easier to just talk when the sex thing wasn't an issue, although about a year later it became an issue, and that's right about when I realized that I had to get away from my ex (who was steadily becoming more and more of a dick as time went on). Patrick provided me with a lot of moral support around that time--he was my only friend in town who never really knew Brian, so that helped--there was no issue of him taking sides. The weekend that Brian moved out, Patrick offered to let me stay at his apartment so I could get work done and stay away from the constant drama. From that point on, I pretty much never left, although it was months before I saw it as anything other than friends with benefits. Once I did, though, it was all over. That weekend I stayed with him was the first week of February of 2003. By May we were serious, by August he asked me to move in with him, and in December I asked him to marry me. And thus, a seven-year friendship culminated in two incredibly thick-headed people finally realizing that they were meant for one another all along--we just had a lot of growing up to do before it happened.

[twicketface.livejournal.com]

Awesome - I enjoy hearing about stories like these.

How are the wedding plans coming along?

[drainbead.livejournal.com]

Nicely. I go in for another fitting on the dress next week, we're waiting on the ring guy to give us a price quote.