I’ve actually known my SO since high school but we never dated then. He was a friend of my brother but they drifted apart. I saw him over at my house a grand total of one time and I hadn’t paid the slightest bit of attention to his presence… sigh.
What the heck was wrong with me back then?! :rolleyes:
During high school I dated an older guy (4 years older) and thought he hung the moon but little did I know that there was someone out there even better for me than he was. I also knew my SO’s little sister through a mutual friend. The universe wasn’t yelling at me at this point but the hint missed me. OK, still dating the older guy throughout high school and a few years after. I am 22 years old and just broke up with older guy, and start dating the Jerk (not Steve Martin). It ends badly after a year and I go on to Jerk#2 or Satan in disguise. During the time I was under Satan’s spell, I saw my now SO at a rock club where my brother’s band was performing. My mother and I went to cheer my brother on (he’s a great musician… alas, he lives in a bad state for getting noticed but I digress). My now SO was there as well, cheering on his pal, my brother, and he sat with us. We talked in between songs and shouts, and I thought he was a very nice guy (kiss of death anyone?) and he thought I was a goddess (his words years later when we finally found each other). His heart sank when he found out I was “taken” and he never pursued the matter.
When I was going through some rough spots with Satan, I called my now SO up and we went out a few times as friends (friends with a twinkle in our eyes) and then we got close. CLOSE. In my never-ending stupidity, Satan broke through my meager emotional defenses and I went back to him. Yup… I went back. Stupid, stupid, stupid and broke my now SO’s heart even more. He never came straight out and told me he loved me, he just hinted that I was someone he was very fond of and I had the impression of a “but” in these conversations. I went back to the evil and my now SO let me go, being the nice guy that he was. I stopped talking to him due to Satanic control and fell off the earth for a bit.
Well, paradise in Hell didn’t last (sarcasm, people) and I left Satan to hopefully die in flames. I spent a few months alone with my kiddo and went to school. I called up my now SO and shared the tale of the breakup and he met my angel. We started hanging out again and voila (can’t do the special text on this comp, sorry), we are now together. It’s going on four years of amazing, wonderful, and HEALTHY love. We chose a date for our anniversary to reflect the day we both knew we were meant to be together… Feb. 11th. This week we’ll be spending it a day early due to a school field trip but the message and the bond doesn’t change. I’m not sure what we’ll do tomorrow but I’m going to be with my amazing, wonderful, lusty, loving, funny, intelligent, charming, witty SO and that is all that matters to me.
Valentine’s day may seem a tradional day for such things but to me it’s artificial. Google the real story behind it and you’ll see how the card companies and jewelers make bank by almost guilt tripping people into buying things. Every day we spend time together is special to us, We don’t need Hallmark telling my SO when to show his love or the jewelers telling me what I am supposed to want from my SO. He once got me a sterling silver ring with a garnet for under ten bucks. I chose my ring at his urging that he wanted to buy me something I loved and I did. He even took me to a fine jewelry store but I made him leave. Not every girl loves diamonds and gold.
Valentine’s day isn’t all bad, though. I would just hope you loving couples out there show your love every day, not wait until Hallmark says it’s ok.