three years ago to the day i met rogray for the first time. we were at karaoke hanging out with our mutual friend the critic. (whaddup critic!)
the story as i like to tell it is that he fell in love with me instantly and i thought he was funny but weird because he was wearing a suit. yes, i am that lame.
rogray has a different version but this isn't his blog so he doesn't get to tell it here unless he wants to kick it in the comments.
exactly three months later, to the day, (october 26) rogray and i locked lips for the first time and that was it. i dipped my single lady shoes in bronze, put them on the mantle and said "i'm with this guy."
one month before i met rogray -- to the day -- i turned 26 on july 26th which means it was my golden birthday. the blurb on wikipedia defines it thusly: One's golden birthday, also called a champagne birthday, is the day when the age someone turns is the same as the day in the month he or she was born. (for example, someone turning 26 on December 26 celebrates his or her golden birthday).
(as you can see the number 26 figures very important in our lives: my birthday, the age we met each other, the night we first met, and the night we count as our anniversary. even wikipedia uses 26 in the description of a golden birthday. what the hell?)
so basically this was supposed to be a very special, life changing and important year in my life. and i would have to say that it was.
to say that meeting rogray changed my life would be an understatement. (not that i am prone to exaggeration.) i've tried writing words to describe how much this man means to me -- how he has changed my life in every way for the better and how happy he makes me by simply walking through the door at the end of the day but it seems to be hard to put into words.
it is also hard to put int words the relief i felt when i found out that the reason he was wearing a suit the first night we met was because he had just come from his grandfather's 80th birthday dinner.