i don't remember the first time we met. he does. i do not. which is not how the world is supposed to work. he forgets everything. that is not an understatement. i remember the night because it was a friend from college's bachelorette party and the whole night i was in the middle of trying to kick out my roommate from our apartment. (this was not because i am a mean person, it was to keep me from becomming a mean person. my two roommates would have killed each other had we all stayed in the same space and i would have been caught in the crossfire. but i digress...) i do remember the second time we met. it was at the same venue. he bought me a drink. and then he spilled in on me. on my nice, new white shirt. but i didn't really care because he had bought me a big, yummy drink and shirts can be washed. we did not get together that night. or any other nights for another year and a half. i had to go thru torture with some of his best friends first. then, on valentine's day in 2003, we finally got together. and life hasn't been the same since.
now a sidenote must be added. we had met one time before which was the official first time. but neither of us new that had happened until a while into our relationship. i actually went to his going away party before he travelled to europe. i told him to go to oxford because i had just returned and it is a wonderful place. (everyone should go to oxford. it is a wonderful place.) he remembered the girl who told him to go to oxford. neither of us put two and two together that it was us until later on.
i remember our first kiss. (valentine's day). i do not remember the other first (if you know what i mean). i can give you a time frame. but no secure date. that makes me mad. i should remember that.
