Exclusive

Twenty years ago tonight, someone sat down next to me at a good friend's 21st birthday party, handed me a beer, and said "Hi."

Prior to that night, I had thought something was wrong with him. He didn't talk much. I'd known him for about four months but he had spoken about 20 words total to me. Those who know me in real life know that I usually take 20 words to say "Hi" so not talking was a foreign concept to me. We had passed notes back and forth one night, but he hadn't called so I figured that ship had sailed.

I was wrong.

We talked through the party. We talked all night. We drove back to his parents' house and talked some more. Just before the sun came up, he asked if he could kiss me goodnight. In response I kissed him and in doing so, I was hit with a brick.

I wasn't looking for anything long term. Just to have fun. But with that kiss, I knew I was in big trouble. Completely screwed.

Or not.

Twenty years. Four kids. A dog. A minivan. A mortgage.

BigDaddyFish has been looking forward to this day for a long time. When he said as much a while ago, I asked him why. He said "So then I can say I've been exclusive to one woman for two decades."

Indeed. Here's to a few more decades, my love.

Comments

[hokgardner]

Congratulations! I'm coming up on 17 years with my man. Seems like just yesterday.

[Uncle Orca]

Congrats! Sorry I missed it :-(