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Seeing Some Light
Jan. 27th, 2008 07:30 pmStarting to feel better. Still taking sudafed, just not all the time. And I'm feeling energetic. Made another necklace yesterday, and wore it on my date. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lawnchair had tickets for a folk concert, and I wanted to eat out.
Ten years ago. I'd just moved into Sellards, and had three new roomates. One of them, Casey, had decided to learn how to set up a webpage for the hall. So she invited a computer friend over. I was hanging around in the basement watching Search for the Holy Grail. I was wearing my harem pants, a black tanktop, and an oversized silk shirt (I was all into textures that year, not really into fit). My new glasses were bent, so I was wearing my old pair, with giant lens that slipped down my nose. Casey introduced her friend, and we bantered well. He was smart and geeky.
A few days later, he came over to help hook my computer up to the internet (my boyfriend at the time was not as competent as he thought he was). We made jokes about needing rubber chickens to sacrifice.
We emailed, and went out for coffee some that semester. I was in a rocky relationship, and knew about his interest. I went home for the summer. When I went over to the house where I was storing my stuff for the last two weeks before the semester started (I would be off on a field trip), I was surprised by an enthusiastic hug.
We hung out, walking a lot. He'd give me backrubs when I was over doing my physics homework (including once in front of the idiot boyfriend). He made me laugh when we danced at the 80s party. Then I got rid of the idiot boyfriend, and was dumpy.
When I was home for Thanksgiving that year, a friend told me to take a lover. Someone to cheer me up, but without being serious. To give me confidence. So I made a phone call when I got back to school. Of course, he'd already called, looking for me (apparently he'd talked to the poor woman who gave him a ride). And the rest is history.
Love your,lawnchair. Heres to 10 more years.
lawnchair had tickets for a folk concert, and I wanted to eat out. Ten years ago. I'd just moved into Sellards, and had three new roomates. One of them, Casey, had decided to learn how to set up a webpage for the hall. So she invited a computer friend over. I was hanging around in the basement watching Search for the Holy Grail. I was wearing my harem pants, a black tanktop, and an oversized silk shirt (I was all into textures that year, not really into fit). My new glasses were bent, so I was wearing my old pair, with giant lens that slipped down my nose. Casey introduced her friend, and we bantered well. He was smart and geeky.
A few days later, he came over to help hook my computer up to the internet (my boyfriend at the time was not as competent as he thought he was). We made jokes about needing rubber chickens to sacrifice.
We emailed, and went out for coffee some that semester. I was in a rocky relationship, and knew about his interest. I went home for the summer. When I went over to the house where I was storing my stuff for the last two weeks before the semester started (I would be off on a field trip), I was surprised by an enthusiastic hug.
We hung out, walking a lot. He'd give me backrubs when I was over doing my physics homework (including once in front of the idiot boyfriend). He made me laugh when we danced at the 80s party. Then I got rid of the idiot boyfriend, and was dumpy.
When I was home for Thanksgiving that year, a friend told me to take a lover. Someone to cheer me up, but without being serious. To give me confidence. So I made a phone call when I got back to school. Of course, he'd already called, looking for me (apparently he'd talked to the poor woman who gave him a ride). And the rest is history.
Love your,
lawnchair. Heres to 10 more years.
