My friend was the stage manager and I begged him for an intro. That night we talked until 4am about our mutual love of The Coen Brothers and Chuck Palahniuk novels, my love of Dido and his lack of Felicity knowledge, etc. I was so hurt and confused, but assertive, so I finally tracked it down and he gave me a “Shoot, can’t talk now, I have friends over” excuse. I said, sure and the second he sat down I called him out on it.
He said he had been trying to get out of the friend zone for a year with this girl and that they had just gotten together a week before we met. Nothing happened, except that I felt confirmed that we should be together because we were the same person. And two days later I called him, and asked him to coffee. That it wasn’t up to us, that clearly the universe thought that we should be together.
After all, he can always buy himself a new hedge strimmer.
We listened to David Gray and Coldplay, went to pretentious art house movies and bought vintage t-shirts at thrift stores.was a huge part of my life — the hardest years of dating, making mistakes, and learning who I was were spent on TV.Looking back though, I laugh a lot at the drama and can see things from a different perspective.Nearly 23 years ago, I eloped with the man of my dreams, tying the knot wearing jeans and a black turtleneck in a tiny attorney's office in Antigua, Guatemala.During our first 10 years of marriage, we never failed to celebrate our anniversary in a splashy manner -- befitting of a young couple very much in love.