I went to a cool market and bought these great olives. No pimentos. Nope, they are stuffed with almonds. Great Spaghetti Monster, are they ever good! And they reminded me of the first day I came across them.
Back in our courtin’ days, I was helping my girlfriend (now fiancee) paint her house. While she was out, a buddy of mine and I were dragging heavy stuff up from the basement to the first floor, so the basement floors could be refinished too. I didn’t officially “have a key” at the time. We were taking things really slow (a once bitten twice shy thing because we had both been in long-term relationship that hadn’t worked out.) I only had a key to her place that day to move furniture. My buddy and I took a break and went to this cool market because he had to get some fancy cheeses for a shindig his wife was hosting. Behold! Olives stuffed with almonds.
My girlfriend likes olives. My girlfriend likes almonds.
I brought a medium-sized container back with us. And… uh, I only ate a couple on the way back. Damn, they were seriously good snackies! I was about to stick them in her fridge, when I realized I needed to write a note so she’d know they were specifically for her, and not just eats I’d left behind. Feeling punny, and being a total dork, I taped a note to the lid that said: “Olive ya!”
My buddy and I finished dragging all the heavy stuff up to the first floor, we went to the batting cages, and I forgot about the olives.
A couple of days later, my girlfriend and I were waching a video at her place. I got up to grab a beer and in the fridge was the half-eaten container of olives. The note was still stuck to the lid, only she had added: “Elephant shoes too.”
Elephant shoes too. Elephant shoes too. I have no idea what that means. I am dim, like burnt out bulb.
I highly recommend olives stuffed with blue cheese, by the way.
The first time my husband said “I love you” wasn’t dramatic at all. It was in a hospital, though, so that makes it slightly unusual.
I was waiting to tell my girlfriend I love you in person for the first time (long distance relationship at the time), but I was drunk one night and said it as we hung up the phone. Luckily, she knew I was an honest drunk, so it went over better than could be expected under the circumstances.
My first “relationship” was in high school. We fell for each other pretty quickly, and about two weeks after I met her, we were spending a day at the beach having an awesome time, and with no provocation one of us (oddly I can’t remember who) blurted out, “I love you!”, and the other exclaimed, “I love you too!” with equal enthusiasm. I’m pretty sure an intense public display of affection followed.
Disgusting, I know. But we were just kids, and neither one of us had been in love before, so everything was new and exciting.
My second relationship, which took place during college, was more complicated. After dating for a couple of months, I confessed my love, but this made her a bit uncomfortable and she was unable to reply in kind. She handled it well and explained that she wasn’t ready to use those words yet, but I still felt a little embarassed and dejected. She eventually told me she loved me, probably a month or two later, which was wonderful to hear, but I don’t think she ever said it again. She was not a verbally affectionate person, which is probably one of the reasons our relationship didn’t last. I guess I need to be told how awesome I am every once in awhile.
After we had been dating a while, we went on a trip so I could meet her parents. We went camping in the mountains. After her folks had turned in for the night, we slipped away from the camp to a clearing we’d found and snuggled together, looking up at the stars.
Have you ever seen something achingly beautiful? Something that made you feel as if your soul were spreading wings and straining against your chest to take flight? It was a single, perfect moment, and as I lay there, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. I knew that none of my friends would ever understand why I was crying, and I didn’t care. After a long moment, I turned my head to look at her, and I saw that she had tears in her eyes as well. She understood. She reached up and traced the tear-trail on my face, and said, “I love you.”
If you watch someone mouthing the words “elephant shoe,” but don’t actually hear them, you might get confused. The way the mouth forms the words appears strikingly similar to the way the mouth forms the words “I love you.”
Alas, I don’t have anything else to add to this thread. But then again, I’m just 23. There’s still time.
Mr. Stuff is a lot better at that sort of thing than I am. He remembers the date that we first went out, etc. I can work it out, but I don’t have it on the tip of my tongue. Mind you, he doesn’t celebrate those events, but he can reel them off if asked.
Not really. Sometimes “I love you” comes out so naturally, it’s as natural as breathing. It feels so very right and fundamental that you aren’t as aware of it being as significant as it is. (But stop breathing and you’d really notice!)
I made an interesting observation the other night, trying to remember the first time I heard “I love you” in previous relationships. I remember the first ILYs only in the relationships that were good and healthy. I don’t remember the first ILYs from the chaotic, unhealthy ones. (NOTE: StuffLikeThatThere, in no way whatsoever am I saying that there is anything wrong with your relationship.)
I think I just don’t remember because of all the other crazy emotional upheaval stuff that went on in the bad relationships. For example, with my one psycho ex, I probably said “I love you” under duress during an argument and/or she said I love you as a weapon, tying to manipulate me somehow… I guess I’m not remembering those ILYs because they weren’t as genuine as the ones from the healthy relationships.
I did know, very early on, that he loved me and in fact that he wanted to marry me. I just don’t remember the specific time when he said it first. Contrary to the stereotype, I was the one dragging my feet on commitment. His marriage proposal came shortly after a conversation in which I said, roughly, “You know how I made you stop talking about getting married? I promise not to hyperventilate anymore if you want to talk about that.”
We were sitting in a Coco’s Restaurant (term used loosely), and he got up to go to the men’s room. On his way past me, he whispered it in my ear then kept going without waiting to see my reaction (probably too scared). So I sat there in the booth, high-fiving myself and barely suppressing my squeals of delight!
I calmed down enough to say “I love you too!” when he got back from the john.
Swallowed my Cellphone- that is such a sweet story. Much better than mine which involved me scaring the hell out of her and almost losing the love of my life. :eek:
We had only been dating a couple of weeks when I blurted it out as we were making out one night in my car.When I said it she kind of froze up and mumbled that she needed to get to bed and I took her home.
It was waaaay too soon for her, but I had fallen fast and hard. I had no intention of saying it for quite a while because I knew she wanted to take things very slow, though I clearly remember telling my roommate I was going to marry her when I came back to the dorm after our first (blind) date.
Thankfully she gave me another chance. Around two-months later she finally told me she loved me.
This was eight years ago and we’ll celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary on Feb. 15.
Sure. August 19, 1974. We’d been dating for 10 months, were both 16 years old, and I’d just survived a plane crash the previous day. She called me on the phone that day (the first day I was with it enough to take calls) and told me that.
Of course, it was a while before she volunteered that again, but now we hear (and say it) daily.
But then again, I’m just 23. There’s still time. 
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