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Best NSFW
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A few weekends ago, @scribefigaro and I were enjoying the luxuries of home ownership and doing yard work. I was primarily weeding and scribe was mowing the lawn. It being mid-spring out, the pollen was high. After weeding around a particularly fragrant and flowering bush, I realized I needed something from the hardware store. I call scribe away from his lawn mower to tell him where I'm going and to ask if he needs anything, too. He says no and pulls a flower from the bush I had been weeding under from my hair. Him: You might want to brush off before you go. You have plant bukakke all over you. Me: ... I want a divorce. Him: But that's what it is!!!
Apologies in advance for this post. I’ll be talking a lot about myself and my relationship.
Today is March 11, 2016. Today it is what I consider my official 10 year anniversary with @scribefigaro.
While prior to March 11, 2006, Scribe and I had been talking to each other, reviewing each other’s fics, emailing, and IMing, it had never been much more than silly flirting. In fact, I remember quite enthusiastically encouraging him to ask a girl that he liked out on a date (she said no). Of course, I had a crush on him, thought a man like him would be the perfect partner for me, but sincerely thought that absolutely nothing would come out of my little crush.
Then March 11, 2006 happened. I remember the date so well because it was a Saturday and I would be spending the next day, Sunday, at an all-day booze-filled South side Chicago St. Patrick’s Day Parade party. I had been to the same party the year before and it was EPIC. The party literally started at 9am and went on until late evening. I was stoked to go to it again.
The night before, though, I was online and Scribe popped up on my AIM. Even though I had to get up early the next morning, I decided I’d like to chat. I always decided that when I saw his name on AIM.
So we talked. And talked. And talked that night. I don’t know what it was. We talked Inuyasha and started talking about Scribe’s love life. He was so witty and funny and charming and I couldn’t NOT talk to him. It was impossible. Something shifted that night for me when I thought about him. I realize now that March 11, 2006 was the night I fell in love with Scribefigaro.
I’m not sure what I thought I wanted. I was midway through grad school, just about to take my prelims. A long-distance relationship was a HORRIBLE idea. I also didn’t really know how Scribe felt about it, either. I didn’t even know his real name.
But that night, I signed off at around 2am, then tossed and turned until 7:30 when my alarm went off. My brain was full of “What if? What if? What if I tried to make something out of my feelings with him? What if this could be the best thing in my life? What if?”
I went to the party the next day and was such a drag. I was exhausted and all I could think about was what a horrible idea it was to keep up whatever was going on between me and Scribe. A horrible idea that exhilarated me.
The next week, we IMed again. That was the week we told each other our real names. And Scribe told me his phone number. That was when we first talked, actually talked to one another. From there, I knew I was a goner.
Three months later, we met for the first time as he flew through Chicago on his way to work in Japan. A couple of weeks after that, Scribe told me he loved me. (And I did likewise). A couple of months after that, on his way home, he “missed” his flight and stayed with me in Chicago for four days. A little less than a year after that, Scribe proposed. A year later, we married.
So ten years ago today, the possibility of my current life began to take hold of me. Love and partnership and marriage and so much more anime have filled the years and it’s been a wild, sometimes hard, joyful ride.
I wanted to write something to mark the occasion. I love you, @scribefigaro. Thanks for chatting with me that night. You’ve changed my life.
