All posts tagged: anniversary

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The Forgotten Anniversary

Oh my God. Today is May 20th. May 20th!!! Do you have any idea how significant this is? No? Well, I’ll tell you. May 20th means that May 14th has already passed. And May 14th would have been the four month anniversary of my break up with— on second thought, I’m not even going to mention his name. The important thing here is that I didn’t even notice. And not because I hate him. I don’t hate him— I neither like him nor dislike him; I just have this vague sort of floating feeling towards him that is probably the result of the fact that I’m now following the Dalai Lama on Facebook. I’m so Zen these days that I don’t even want to smash anything anymore. In fact, come to think of it, it’s been almost three weeks since I’ve done any crying whatsoever! (And those were extenuating circumstances anyway.) Am I back to 100%? Probably not. But I feel good. I’ve signed an official agreement of sale for my dream house, my dance …

A Year Later Love Letter

The reception hall wasn’t exactly over flowing with eligible bachelors.  I was there by myself, dateless despite a year of serial dating, and even though I felt rather smart in my $12 Jomar dress, I quickly surmised that this was going to be a very boring wedding. Fortunately, I was wrong. I noticed you for the first time on our way out of the church earlier that afternoon.  My parents—ever on the lookout—informed me that there was a “cute guy” seated a few rows behind us and by the time the DJ called “Lady’s Choice” a few hours later I had it on good authority that you were single. I can still remember our first dance.  I don’t know what song was playing, or what kind of dance it was, but I remember we talked the whole time and I found myself thinking, “My God, that’s how this sort of thing is supposed to work!” It felt effortless: we fit perfectly together (despite my four-inch heels) and thanks to all those months I’d spent conducting …

A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!

And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came and went with our visit to the art museum) and it wasn’t until after the fact that we even bothered to calculate how long we’d been dating.  This, of course, prompted a debate on when we started dating—were we counting from July (when we first met), from September (when we went on our first date), or from December (when I finally came to my senses and stoppd seeing Date #7)?  We discussed the pros and cons of each date and, with the help of some revisionist history, finally settled upon the night of our first date, six months ago. Of course choosing your anniversary is the same as choosing a birthday for a dog you got from the pound: it doesn’t mean anything unless you make it mean something.  This, I suppose, might explain why The Wedding Date decided it was finally time to meet his parents (and why …