So this is a very new relationship, but I find the story funny, so I'll tell it anyway.
Technically, Zac and I met like two years ago, for like 5 mins at a New Years Eve party, as he came to pick up my friend and they went together to party number 2 of the evening. We've talked about it and neither of us remember much about the other person from that evening.
What I count as actually meeting is a kind of endearing story, to me at least. I was having one of those days where I was beyond thrilled that when I came home from work, none of my roommates were home. I changed into some grubby clothes, made myself a drink, and settled into an evening of watching TV in peace, and then going to bed early. I was really stressed out about work and family stuff, and was looking forward to the chance to be completely anti-social. So, at like 10PM I was woken up from dozing on the couch to reruns of Law and Order: SVU to my cell phone ringing. My roommate Connor told me that his friend Zac was coming over to watch an episode of Six Feet Under, and that Zac would beat Connor to our house because he was still on his way home from work. Could I let him in since he'd never been over before?
So, here I was, feeling anti-social, wearing a t-shirt with paint on it and jeans that I only wear around the house, clammy from sleeping under a blanket on the couch that I didn't need, and this guy that I didn't really know was coming over in 5 minutes and I had to entertain him. I was mad. Well, not mad necessarily, but irratated.
Then, somehow, he knocked and I opened the door, and we proceeded to re-introduce ourselves and talked for the 45 or so minutes until Connor came home. By that point I was really enjoying Zac's company, so I joined them in the watching of the show, and when Connor went to bed, Zac and I stayed up talking until like 2:30. That night ended in an awkward "I feel really close to this person since I just talked to him for hours on end, but I did just meet him- do we hug or not?" kind of thing. I went to bed that night smiling, because I'd met someone I really connected with, but I didn't think I was at all his type so I'd resigned myself to just being good friends. There was a repeat performance a couple nights later. Then, I went out of town and while I was away learned he was interested. Our first actual "date" was the night I got back into town (after he bore with various changes of travel plans on my part!). He kissed me goodbye, and the rest is history! We still generally spend hours talking whenever we spend time together.
for her, and have been together ever since. This past summer marked two years together, and have been living together for a year, after struggling through a horrendous long-distance relationship that allowed us to only see each other once a month for an entire year.
I remember when that was THE place to go after work, but alas I remember the Big Bamboo and the Giraff too! Guess i'm getting old!
