Roughly fourteen years ago, I met a pretty blonde woman who was as big a geek as I was. She was living with three guys while forcing herself to go to college. She was literally surrounded with suitors every day because hell, she was a hot blonde who’s favorite game was Rifts and who stayed up late to play Civilization. She had a wicked sense of humor and an inner strength that shined like justice. I asked her out and she sweetly explained to me that I was not her type, that she wasn’t interested in a relationship and that we had no chemistry. She then explained that she would was more likely to date my best friend at the time because he was kind of cool and sexy.
Three months later me and no-chemistry girl were giving each other handjobs and hickies in the kitchen while her roommates were watching Star Trek Next Generation in the living room.
Four years later we got married.
Now ten years later we are celebrating out tenth anniversary. We have endured hypothyroidism, therapy, evil mother-in-laws, a Flood of the Century, crazy submissives, blown knees, and Atlanta traffic to reach a milestone in our marriage. We are still here. We still haven’t decided what to eat for dinner on any given night, but we know it will be together.
Our marriage defines us in a lot of ways. She’s my best friend. She’s the one who always looks out for me and I’m the one who believes in her when she finds it hard to believe in herself. We have relationships outside our marriage but the relationship that is our marriage is sacred. I’m her husband and she’s my wife.
I still give her shit about turning me down for a date way back when.