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| oddly, this happened early in our courtship as well |
It is that magical day of the year when the expression of love is wrapped up in overpriced doo-dads in color combinations which nature never intended and the day when the un-coupled among us insist that the coupled-up among us are rubbing our relationships in their faces.*
Well, love is grand. Here in year 15 or 16 with Jamie, I have been told we're getting a pizza and watching a movie. That is what I call a successful Valentine's Day. She got her bouquet Saturday, and she'll get a card tomorrow. That, people, is love.
And today I want to talk about love. This video more or less encapsulates my feelings about Jamie.
Really, when you can find a girl who wants to also sit and watch Space Ghost Coast-to-Coast and/ or Cartoon Planet with you, you hold onto that girl with both hands and do not let go.
As Jamie and I have been together for a good, long while (every day is magical, my dove!), I have no real concept of dating in the 21st Century. Heck, texting didn't exist when Jamie and I began a-courting. Cell phones weren't part of the equation, and back in my day, kids, we had a land line and an answering machine, and we liked it. We certainly didn't have the option of iDUMP4U had it all turned sour.
If Jamie were abducted by aliens tomorrow and I were suddenly on the market, I presume I would come across as a crazy person, which is why, for selfish reasons, I am very glad that Jamie is a very patient person who puts up with ALOT.
Jamie and I are far from perfect, and I am certain that when we're not around, people have their opinions of us each individually and how they see us operate together. But all I know is that for whatever reason, many years ago, I found the little pale girl across the table genuinely funny, very cute and very smart.
I do not believe I've ever revealed the tale of how we met, but its a tale frought with romance and mystery.
To begin with, I was very, very drunk.
Actually, its not a very good story. Never mind.
I am averse to talk of predestination, "the one", etc... That stuff is for poets and 17 year old girls dating 21 year olds with Camaros and iffy facial hair. Instead, what I will say is: when you do meet someone with whom you are perfectly happy, who makes you happy, and with whom you realize you'd take a bullet for and they'd do the same - do not @#$% it up. Do what you can to make it work.
Jamie is, absolutely, my best pal. A pal I get to smooch on. The magic doesn't come in some lightning bolt or mystic power. The unexplainable bit comes in the fact that we've been together for what most in the US consider the entirety of our adult lives, and that she's still an inspiration and someone I learn from all the time, and even then she goes on to be oddly supportive of all of my nonsense.
I am very much a guy still head over heals for a kooky, pale little girl who is still full of surprises.
Happy Valentine's Day, Jamie. I love you, indeed.
Brak explains exactly how I feel about love (seriously, stick with this one):
*and let me tell you, after spending money on flowers an overpriced meal, and god knows what else, what we really want to hear is how we were doing this intentionally to make you feel bad about yourself. This is strictly between me, my lady-friend and Bank of America, trust me.
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