Friday, January 8, 2010
Today marks the anniversary of two wonderful things. The first is US. That's right? Me. Mike. Both of us. This is the anniversary of our first date. I know, it's like, sooooooooo High School to keep track of such a day, but I like remembering dates. That's 11 years and neither one of us has gotten tired of the other. And I am still in love with him even more than I was way back when. He's hung on pretty well for a guy I thought I'd never have to see again after bumping into him at the mall.
We first met way back in the day, in grade school. I transferred to a new Catholic school in 5th grade and he was in my classes. I was a fugly girl with unruly curly (yeah, curly - don't ask me where they went) hair and pimples. He was a chubby slob of a boy with that creepy almost moustache you see on pubescent boys. Hot. We were hot. I didn't interact with him much. I didn't interact with many people that much at that school as they were all horrible to me. He was quiet and never bothered me. He transferred to another school in 8th grade and then he went to :::gasp::: public high school while I stayed in the Catholic school system.
And I never saw him after that. Until...
It was a day or two after Christmas in 1998. I was shopping at the mall with one of my besties, Steph. She wanted to call back a number on her pager (we were so cool with our Motorolla pagers in different colors) and needed a pay phone. She also needed to be. No, that's part of the story. I only us one single bathroom in the mall...the upstairs bathroom at Sears. No other. But Steph wanted to use the one in the food court. I also had a rule about the food court - avoid it like the plague. Normally, I would have asked Steph to go to Sears and use the phone outside that bathroom, but I simply agreed to brave the food court. So, there we were. As we walked out of the bathroom, this creepy guy in a long black trench coat with combat boots and a shaved head comes walking towards us. Not exactly my type. And he smiles at us. And I freak out a little because he looked pretty frightening in that "I could possibly blow up this entire mall" sort of way. And then...horrors...he says "hi" to Steph. Steph is a social butterfly and knows almost as many people as God. I hoped she would just say hi and keep walking, but Steph never just says hi. So they chit chat for a few and he doesn't take his eyes off me. I thought he must be sizing me up to cut me into little pieces, that sick little wannabe neo-nazi bastard. And then he asks if I was Firstname Lastname. And my heart stopped. How did this creepy dude know who I was - and that's what I asked him. He introduced me as Mike Lastname and said we went to gradeschool together. Not what I wanted to hear as there were about 3 people from that school who didn't try to make my life hell. The fact that I barely remembered him was a good thing as I knew it meant he didn't do anything horrible to me. He decided to follow Steph and I around the mall. Loser. Then...get this...he asked for a ride. Rude loser. I said ok, since he was Steph's friend and she assured me that he doesn't cut people up and that he was not, in fact, a neo nazi. He just thought he looked cool. At his house, he asked for my number. Ew. I gave him my pager number, waved bye bye and never had to see him again. Not. He actually paged me a few days later. Steph called him back because those are the games 20 year old girls play. She told him that I didn't even believe in kissing before marriage and that I was a Puritan. He said that was okay, he just thought I was cool. So...I let him talk to me. And we stayed on the phone until 7 in the morning. A few days later, we had our first date. We saw "Shakespeare in Love." Awww. Three weeks later, we were engaged. Don't worry, we took 4 years to get married. And...the rest is....
The other cool anniversary is David Bowie's birthday. He is 63 years old today. Props to him. I've been a fan since 1986 and he has been nothing less than a blessing to my life. That's a lot of credit to give to a celebrity, yes, but his music got me through A LOT, especially said grade school experience. He is, by all acounts, NOT one of those dick celebrities and has a reputation for being kind and down-to-earth. He's also someone who has never been the conforming type and will march to his own beat, no matter how bad the reviews are of that beat. I can think of 10,000,000 or more reasons that I think he rocks, but I won't bore you this time. Happy birthday, dude. Never get old.