My husband and I started dating way back in 1996. Yup, we’ve been together that long. We were 19 when we met and for those who are interested, here’s a quick recap of how we met.
We were in the same class in college. Great Crimes with Dr. Kelly. Steph was in our class. She sat behind him and our other friend sat next to him while I, thanks to alphabetical order, sat across the room (our professor was all kinds of crazy and made us sit alphabetically. So much for that college student autonomy we all hoped for). Steph and Ray, being outgoing, social, friendly people chatted it up with him and introduced us as friends often do to new people. We found out we all lived in the Towers and since we all lived in the same one, we’d often walk or take the bus home together or go to the computer lab (anyone else old enough to remember those?) to work on our assignments. Captions, mostly. The husband and I still have nightmares about those. I’m sure Steph does, too. Anyway, we had our first date roughly 6 weeks after we first met although it wasn’t “official” until just before Thanksgiving break, a month after that first date. My sorority hayride, for those who needed and/or wanted that detail.
And that’s that. Nothing exciting. Nothing romantic or interesting and we definitely didn’t have a meet-cute. But it all worked out.
Back then, we worried about what most couples worried about. Are we eating too much pizza? Which date parties/formal are we going to this semester? Should we study or go to the bar? What is the earliest class we can possibly handle? Should we take any classes together this semester?
And it went on and on like that. It was fun and pointless and now that we’re old and have been together for 18+ years (married for almost 11 of them), we have much more important discussions.
The great peanut butter debate
Him: Can you please buy crunchy peanut butter?
Me: No. It’s disgusting. And you put it in the fridge and that makes it worse. Creamy peanut butter is the only acceptable kind and it belongs in the pantry.
Him: Can’t we just have two different kinds?
Me: No. I mean, technically we could, but I’m not buying crunchy peanut butter. It’s terrible.
Him: But the child likes it, too.
Me: Way to play into my mommy guilt. Touché.
When we run into people he knows but I don’t
Me: You didn’t introduce me. You don’t remember his/her name, do you?
Him: Nope.
All about that toast
Me: Did you just toast bread and then put it in the freezer?
Him: Yes.
Me: Why?
Him: Because I want the crunch and texture of toast without the bread being hot.
Me: Of course you do.
Watching TV
Me: Are you watching Fight Club?
Him: I can’t talk about Fight Club.
Deciding where to eat
Him: What do you want for dinner?
Me: I don’t care, what do you want?
Him: Okay, how about we get burgers?
Me: No, I don’t want those.
Pretty much anytime of day, particularly in the car on long drives
Him:Did you fart?
Me: No, I did not fart. If it were me, you would have heard it.
Trying to find the dog
Me: Is Barkley in the closet?
Him: No, he’s comfortable in his own skin.
Texting
Note the fact that these were on different days, yet at similar times. Also, do you love the “no service” message despite the fact that my phone is on my couch? Verizon, we need to talk. Although we probably can’t because I CAN’T GET SERVICE IN MY DAMN HOUSE!!
If this isn’t proof that romance is still alive, I don’t know what is.
If you want more, you can read some of our other conversations here, here, and here.
