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queenrileyFinally remembered what I wanted to write last night. :)
In Catherine's (can't get the tag to work for some reason) journal, she posted a story about how she and her husband started dating, and left us all rather upset with a cliffhanger. He said no when she first asked if he wanted to date. He said no! They're married now. :) This reminds me of two stories, first one with my parents, and then one with Jeff and myself.
My parents met in college. My mother is horrible at math, my father was a math major. He was her tutor. It was a small college in a small town in Ohio. My mother was out of her element, having been raised in Washington, DC, and was, therefore, a bit wild. My father, however, was from an even smaller town in Ohio that was relatively close to the college, so he'd go home on weekends. They became friends through the tutoring sessions, and once he wasn't her tutor anymore, they dated a bit. He was two years older than her, so he left college before she did. When he left he enlisted in the army (it was either enlist or get drafted) and worked on computers for them somewhere in Arizona, I think. This was during the Vietnam War. He kept up a correspondance with my mother, until one day he stopped writing her completely. She went to see his family to find out if they knew why he hadn't written. One of his sister's (he has MANY and they are much older, as well as 3 brothers, much much older) helped my mother get in touch with my father. He told her he stopped writing because he saw no future in their relationship. No future! He saw no future in it! It wasn't fear of commitment or anything, because my father is not one to fear it. He is now a round little old man and, according to his family, he was born an old man. Anyway, he came back from the army a little over two years later to find my mother teaching middle school art classes in his hometown. They started dating again (obviously, or my sister and I wouldn't be here, now would we?). They've been married 32 years this May. :) No future... *shakes head*
I met Jeff when he was living with a woman, her boyfriend, and her two children. Jeff had just moved back from Florida where he was in the Navy. He lived with his parents for awhile but they kicked him out for one reason or another, and he had been living on the street until he met a woman and her boyfriend in Denny's one night. They liked him and invited him to sleep on their couch when they found he didn't have anywhere else to go. He moved in and became their roommate shortly thereafter. The boyfriend is still Jeff's best friend. Well, the woman started working in a grocery store, with my mother as her boss. At the interview, she mentioned to my mother that she had two young children (just turned 3 and 4 at the time) and would need a babysitter as she couldn't afford daycare, so she could start only after she had found a babysitter. I was between jobs at the time and taking a semester off from school to "detox" myself from the overload of studying I had done my senior year of high school, so my mother gave the woman my name and number and I started babysitting for her. The kids were hellions, but I met Jeff there. I had been warned by the woman and her boyfriend both that their roommate had a tendancy to "hit on anything that moved" and if her hit on me, to let them know and they'd take care of it. Jeff always made it home before they did and my first meeting of him was when he got home from work the first night I watched the kids. He said "You the babysitter?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jeff."
"Christine."
"Nice to meet you."
and from there we talked and got along swimmingly. Not once did he hit on me, unless telling me his name and saying it was nice to meet me is hitting on me. ;) I started dating him about 3 months later. About a week into the relationship he broke it off saying he "didn't feel a spark" and there was "no chemistry" between us. I was confused, because I sure as heck felt it. The sexual tension between us was so thick you could have cut it with a knife and served it for lunch, but if he didn't feel anything, then he didn't feel it. Not much I can do about his feelings, so I agreed and we were "just friends". Not even two days later he called me, apologizing for being stupid. He said he missed me and wanted me back, so back I went. He didn't know what he was thinking. Next time he kissed me there was plenty of electricity. :) We've been together for about 3 and 1/2 years now, give or take a few months.
So those are my stories, the ones Catherine reminded me of with her post about her dear husband and how he said no the first time. :)
*edited to say: I feel romantic, so I was going to put romantic, but there is no romantic icon, so I had to settle for loved. Just know that I feel loved as more romantic, rather than loved as in... well... just general love.
In Catherine's (can't get the tag to work for some reason) journal, she posted a story about how she and her husband started dating, and left us all rather upset with a cliffhanger. He said no when she first asked if he wanted to date. He said no! They're married now. :) This reminds me of two stories, first one with my parents, and then one with Jeff and myself.
My parents met in college. My mother is horrible at math, my father was a math major. He was her tutor. It was a small college in a small town in Ohio. My mother was out of her element, having been raised in Washington, DC, and was, therefore, a bit wild. My father, however, was from an even smaller town in Ohio that was relatively close to the college, so he'd go home on weekends. They became friends through the tutoring sessions, and once he wasn't her tutor anymore, they dated a bit. He was two years older than her, so he left college before she did. When he left he enlisted in the army (it was either enlist or get drafted) and worked on computers for them somewhere in Arizona, I think. This was during the Vietnam War. He kept up a correspondance with my mother, until one day he stopped writing her completely. She went to see his family to find out if they knew why he hadn't written. One of his sister's (he has MANY and they are much older, as well as 3 brothers, much much older) helped my mother get in touch with my father. He told her he stopped writing because he saw no future in their relationship. No future! He saw no future in it! It wasn't fear of commitment or anything, because my father is not one to fear it. He is now a round little old man and, according to his family, he was born an old man. Anyway, he came back from the army a little over two years later to find my mother teaching middle school art classes in his hometown. They started dating again (obviously, or my sister and I wouldn't be here, now would we?). They've been married 32 years this May. :) No future... *shakes head*
I met Jeff when he was living with a woman, her boyfriend, and her two children. Jeff had just moved back from Florida where he was in the Navy. He lived with his parents for awhile but they kicked him out for one reason or another, and he had been living on the street until he met a woman and her boyfriend in Denny's one night. They liked him and invited him to sleep on their couch when they found he didn't have anywhere else to go. He moved in and became their roommate shortly thereafter. The boyfriend is still Jeff's best friend. Well, the woman started working in a grocery store, with my mother as her boss. At the interview, she mentioned to my mother that she had two young children (just turned 3 and 4 at the time) and would need a babysitter as she couldn't afford daycare, so she could start only after she had found a babysitter. I was between jobs at the time and taking a semester off from school to "detox" myself from the overload of studying I had done my senior year of high school, so my mother gave the woman my name and number and I started babysitting for her. The kids were hellions, but I met Jeff there. I had been warned by the woman and her boyfriend both that their roommate had a tendancy to "hit on anything that moved" and if her hit on me, to let them know and they'd take care of it. Jeff always made it home before they did and my first meeting of him was when he got home from work the first night I watched the kids. He said "You the babysitter?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jeff."
"Christine."
"Nice to meet you."
and from there we talked and got along swimmingly. Not once did he hit on me, unless telling me his name and saying it was nice to meet me is hitting on me. ;) I started dating him about 3 months later. About a week into the relationship he broke it off saying he "didn't feel a spark" and there was "no chemistry" between us. I was confused, because I sure as heck felt it. The sexual tension between us was so thick you could have cut it with a knife and served it for lunch, but if he didn't feel anything, then he didn't feel it. Not much I can do about his feelings, so I agreed and we were "just friends". Not even two days later he called me, apologizing for being stupid. He said he missed me and wanted me back, so back I went. He didn't know what he was thinking. Next time he kissed me there was plenty of electricity. :) We've been together for about 3 and 1/2 years now, give or take a few months.
So those are my stories, the ones Catherine reminded me of with her post about her dear husband and how he said no the first time. :)
*edited to say: I feel romantic, so I was going to put romantic, but there is no romantic icon, so I had to settle for loved. Just know that I feel loved as more romantic, rather than loved as in... well... just general love.
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Date: 2003-02-13 07:12 am (UTC)percival
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Date: 2003-02-13 07:24 am (UTC)Normally his hair is shorter and he's a bit more cleanshaven. :)