How I met Mrs. CB

[cabenson]

softeranswer asked me to tell the tale of how I met Mrs. CB, so here you go:

It was Friday, October 27, 1999 and I was supposed to go to my BFF's triple party. We were celebrating Halloween, her partner's birthday, and the fact that my BFF had just received her Ph.D. I was coming down with my annual autumnal sinus infection and besides being exhausted,I had to work very early the following morning, so I wasn't up for a party. Had my BFF not received her doctorate, I would have bailed, but she applied the guilt and I went.

I had no costume, but I was big into Xena at the time and another friend had given me a cool Tshirt for my bday:


"I slept with Xena". I told everyone I was Gabrielle :)

At the party, I noticed this short chick dressed up as a cross between Marlena D/Victor & Victoria/an undertaker:



She had a fine rack!

Turns out she was good friends with my BFF's partner, and like most lesbians in Columbus, we knew some of the same people. I liked her, she was pretty, she appeared to be sane, and she had a steady job. But when she put her arm around me on the couch and mentioned we should go out sometime, I jumped up and made my exit. Such a wuss!

Anyway, we talked a few days later (she had gotten my number and called me at work) and made plans to see a flick with my BFF and her partner. I can remember that she smelled SO good!Bath and Bodyworks FTW!! We had a great time and decided to try it again, without chaperones. On our first date, we saw "Dogma" and I spent 40 of my last $60 on dinner. We grabbed coffee after dinner and strolled along Grandview Ave and talked. Then I took her home.

We have been together ever since.

Comments

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I still love this story.

she appeared to be sane

Obvs. there was no sangria at this party.

Look at the rakish tilt of that hat! Ladykiler! No wonder you fell for her. And now she is your coffee slave and co-mommy of your West Side Story touring company.

[stargazer1960.livejournal.com]

Yes, there was no sangria. And that cigarette in my right hand was, fortunately, close to my last.

[ki-finn.livejournal.com]

my GOD I didn't even notice the smoke.