Around 9 years ago, a friend and I were visiting my best friend at the time, whom we'll call Nina. We were all just kind of hanging out, when the doorbell rang. Nina gets up to answer it and comes back with this Guy. And holy crap was he CUTE. AND well-dressed with nice hair (khaki's and a button-down shirt, with dark brown hair gelled into a spikey style - I remember it vividly). And he played guitar. Hot. Turns out, she was dating him. Lucky girl.
Before I go any further, you should know a little about Nina's and my history. We had a tendency to, inadvertently, trade boyfriends. She dated my first love a few months after we broke up, and I dated hers between their 3rd and 5th breakups.
Anyway, a few days after that first meeting, Nina and I were chatting online as we often did. I don't remember the exact chain of events, but she copy-pasted a conversation into our IM window that revealed her boyfriend's screen name. I IMmed him something silly and from that point on we chatted regularly. And true to form and history, we flirted regularly, too. Innocently, though. Mostly.
One of my more vivid (though fractured) memories of that time in my life happened a couple of weeks later. The friend and I were once again visiting Nina, but this time she was at her brother's house, babysitting, boyfriend in tow. Not only did the boyfriend give us TERRIBLE directions and get us lost, he made fun of us for it. For some unknown reason, there was also hair dye (axe-murderer red), tickling, squirt guns, and much talk of toes involved that night. It was a good time.
A couple of months later, Nina broke her boyfriend's heart. And since we were IM buddies, and since I'm infinitely more eloquent and, to be frank, brave online, I was there to pick up the pieces. (To Be Continued)
1 Musings:
Not to be weird or anything, but you're husband IS cute. Like "begs to be cheek pinched" cute. Which I'm sure is not what men generally want to hear, but still.
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