|photo taken that year by a friend. G and me – our photographer friend won an award for this photo – in the pre-digital age he captured us as we were. Perfectly.
Twenty is the number of years G and I have been together.
Twenty fucking years.
Literally and figuratively.
We started dating 20 years ago. Two freshman in college who were friends – horny friends who finally said fuck-it, cast off the other crap, I mean people, we were dating – and started dating each other.
I remember someone asking me why I liked this guy. I explained that he was one of the few people who would go out of his way to figure out how to make me smile when I was having a shitty day. He listened then bought me flowers.
And that’s what he did for me when we called each other “friends”.
We spent many a night talking all night. I helped him get ready for dates as he was trying to impress his flavor of the week, then would listen to him recap the night after it ended. I recall thinking he would be quite the catch is someone would realize it.
Guess I was talking to myself. Thankfully I realized it.
Does it feel like twenty years?
Not at all.
It feels like we just met yesterday.
It feels like we are still the horny teenagers trying to find a moment alone so we could fuck each other’s brains out. And that feeling is sometimes intensified when we hear a knock at our door as we are trying to sneak in a quickie while the kids are distracted.
And, just like I felt all of those years ago – G will still do anything he can to make me happy. Even if it means calling in reinforcements. He wants me happy. He wants me laughing. He wants me smiling. And he does what he can to make sure those things happen.
And like I did all those years ago, I like listening to his stories. I like listening to the way his brain works. His trivia facts. His comic frustration.
I am happy that all of those years ago, we threw caution to the wind and jumped in to a relationship.
I cannot image my life without him.
I never would have guessed that this would have been the story I would be telling now – all those 20 year ago.