Today is the 11 year anniversary of Greazy and my first date. The day started like any other in the life of a college student. I got up to do a radio show with Greazy and XL. He had invited me, and I spent the night before being giddy. See, I had been harboring feelings for him for a couple months, despite my continued relationship with a douche bag. I dumped his sorry ass on Thanksgiving, and once I returned to campus, I put Greazy to the back of my mind. I needed some time off, or so I thought. Turns out it was not to be. He and I flirted on the air, like the severe dorks we were (and are) and we ignored XL. I went on about my day, but took the time to happen by Greazy and XL later on, you know, just taking a detour totally out of my way to "run into" him. Then, he did what I thought he might. He asked me out.
I went home to panic and prepare. We met late as you often do when you are 20 years old. We drove in the light snow to Denny's and split the sampler. We tried to make sense of what was happening, as we were and are an unlikely pair. We just couldn't believe our good fortune. He drove me home and we hugged. Less than 24 hours later, things got decidedly more serious.
All these years later, I still remember the way I felt that night, freezing to death in his car. I remember the butterflies, the disbelief, and ultimately the smitten kitten he turned me into.
The rest, as they say, is history. Now we are the old balls and chains. But, of all the things I've ever done, that trip to Denny's was still the best. He's my questions 4. Greazy is the love of my life.
