On a Friday in 2002

About six years ago, I was spending a lot of time on the phone with Janie, sometimes up to three hours a night talking about…what? Who talks about anything for three hours a night? What could I possibly have had to say? That’s probably why she fell asleep while I was mustering up the moxie to ask her out on a date for the first time.

I’d never asked anyone out on a date before. I’ve always been pretty shy and, I’ll be honest, a little low on self-esteem which makes for a rockin’ good time, didn’t you know? Somehow, at her prodding, I asked my future wife to go out on a date with me and she readily agreed. Apparently I managed to charm her with my self-loathing.

On February 22, 2002, I picked her up and took her to dinner at Typhoon! in downtown Seattle. I don’t remember much about the date itself, other than that I was wearing jeans and a black sweater and we ate phad thai and had tea. Afterwards we went to Palisade for dessert in the bar. We shared a white chocolate raspberry cake. We then drove to my apartment and spent the night hanging out, talking and, finally, falling asleep side by side. We did not touch, though I wanted so badly to kiss her. The next morning, I drove her home and just before she got out of the car, she leaned in and kissed my forehead.

The next week we had our second date. I remember nothing about it other than hanging out on the couch together when she kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her on the cheek. She kissed me on the lips. I kissed her on the cheek and later, after I realized I had no reason to believe she’d slap me across the face for leaning in to kiss her on the lips, I did it.

In many respects, it seems like we’ve been together longer than these six years. I can’t imagine a day in my life when she wasn’t a part of it and I wonder what I ever did without her.

I devote a lot of time here to joking about Janie and how she’s on me and never doing what I tell her to and always giving me guff and never taking off her shirt. It’s all true, but in the end, I wouldn’t want anyone else.

2 Comments

  1. February 23, 2008

    Isn’t it amazing to let someone love you? I know I struggled with this, too. Thank goodness DearDR hung in there.

    Congrats to you and Janie! Happy Anniversary.

    ciao,
    rpm

  2. August 24, 2008

    ding dang this is beautiful, sounds like you two were made for each other.

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