snowy

A lot of people would have given me that label, true or not, before I met my SO. I was a self-described player. I liked men, I knew I could have them, I went after them. While nothing beyond some highly sexual flirting ever happened, based on what other people saw, I would have been labeled promiscuous. Most people, when I tell them "my number" are shocked (that it's so low, btw).

So let's recount the night I met my SO, in all honesty. We met at a bar. We were both there for the same show. I was very, very drunk. I was introduced to a table full of guys by an old friend of mine's girlfriend. I promptly sat down and began flirting--with all of them. When one of them got up to buy me a drink, I turned to my-now-SO and started flirting with him. He responded. At first he didn't think much of me (a friend walked by and I slapped his ass, etc) but when the second band started playing, I made a few sly comments about the quality of the music (asking him, for instance, if they would ever decide if they wanted to sound like Weezer or the Rentals, and was the lead singer really trying to be Rivers Cuomo or Matt Sharp) and eventually asked him if I could buy him a drink somewhere else. He took me up on the offer.

A lot of people (including some on these here boards) doubted we'd make it--we moved in with each other 2 weeks after we started dating. But everything just seemed so natural...we just fell into place with each other. We fit. And we've been together for almost six months now.

My parents met on a blind date. His parents met at a college party.

Circumstances of "getting together", in my mind, have little to no impact on the outcome of the relationship. If anything, it's a fun story to tell your grandkids later. "I met your grandpa in a bar, and shit was I wasted!"

Now, as for the guy in question...he's a whole other thread...

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