One year ago, today, my life changed forever.
I went on a date with a girl that I had been talking to online. We met at an Italian resturant named Capri. As I pulled up in my car, I saw a girl leaning against a pillar, smoking a cigarette. I though Hey, if this date doesn’t work out, I can go hit on her.
It turned out that she was my date. We went inside. I ordered chicken marsala, she ordered chicken francaise. I’m not sure, but that may have triggered the infamous “French Style” story (I might have saved that for another date. I hope so, that is not a first date story).
I will never, ever, share the “french style” story on this blog. You’ll just have to ask me in person . . . if you dare
Afterwards, we went to get Starbucks because neither of us wanted the date to end. The barrister had a giant beard, and I complimented him on it. I called him my “brother of the beard.” I was trying to impress her by being all friendly and social (which I am decidedly not)
Not quite this epic
We talked for a long time, and when the date was over, I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
the pasta was delicious, by the way
It was the best date that I had ever gone on where I didn’t get laid.
One year later, Valerie and I are still together. I can’t believe that she puts up with me; lord knows I wouldn’t.
Baby, I love you so much that it makes me nauseous. Here’s to forever!
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Nice! Love you both unconditionally.
Italian that’s my girl she knows a way to a man’s heart is through food and it must be italian =) (and yes I am italian and I said this to val once lol)
It’s hard for me to comprehend that just 2 weeks later, she was gone. Rest in peace. I’ll love you forever.
It’s harder to comprehend that it’s been three years, and I still miss her every day. Time does not heal wounds, it scars them over.