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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[htothem.livejournal.com]

Don and I first met in 2001 at an indie/new wave dance night called Panic at a club in D.C. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of 3.5 years, and it would take another 1.5 years for the break-up to stick. He came up to me and asked what my tattoo said (ninja). I usually hate when guys talk to me at clubs, but he was wearing a Birdhouse shirt. We started talking about skateboarding and video games and gadgets, which lead to me mentioning I worked at the Consumer Electronics Association (which is important later). He is the first person I’ve ever met in a club that didn’t skeeze me out. However, he didn’t ask for my phone number, so I pretty much forgot about him. (I found out later, he was dating someone at the time.)

Flash forward to June 2004. I get an e-mail on Friendster from this guy with the subject line “We met at Panic a long time ago.” Turns out that after that night, Don googled Helen Marie and Consumer Electronics Association and got my full name. We started e-mailing and within a week, I knew that I had to dump the tool I was dating for the possibility of going out with Don. I had my traveling job at the time, but we decided to meet up on the first day of my summer break. Within the third day of my summer break, I knew that I wanted to spend as much time with this person as possible. I’ve never met someone who I felt so comfortable with so fast. I’m a weird cookie and I was instantly able to relax and let the weird show around him. I ended up basically living with him for the rest of my 2 week break.

Since, I was traveling all the time (I didn’t have a home or anything and lived in hotels in various locations across the country), we dated long distance for about 5ish months. We managed to see each other every 2-3 weeks and decided to move in together pretty quickly. In December, when it became clear that my health issues couldn’t be resolved while traveling, I moved in. And that’s where we are today.

[htothem.livejournal.com]

I forgot to answer your questions. I was not single, but after the break-up that didn't stick, I was just flitting in and out of relationships I wasn't serious about. When I met Don, I felt like we'd been best friends for ages, so I don't think it would have mattered if we'd been friends first.

However, I think that the years in between when we met and when we got together were very important. I was still mired in the emotional warzone of my break-up and he was stuck in a relationship he wasn't happy with. Without the intervening years, I don't think we would have had half the chance we have now.

[twicketface.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing - very interesting. Sometimes I think the time apart is what more people need. I've got many friends who would rather light themselves on fire than spend more than a day being single. Everyone's got shit to sort out and I get cranky when they don't realize sometimes it's better to sort it out themselves.