How we met...

March 7th, 2012.

Damn. Time flies. And SO much has happened since that little shoebox apartment with a curtain for a door.

First off, I'm engaged. Secondly, I no longer live in Manhattan, I've jumped the river and I'm all the way in the BK. And i LOVE it.

So now we'll do some Wayne's World squiggly lines to take you back in time and show you how I got to where I am. (Yes I just referenced a movie from '92 and no, i am not proud of it. BUT IT WORKS, dammit.)

Michael and I were living together swimmingly at the old place on the UWS (<---look! I learned these things since I've been here. There are so many: UWS, UES, SoHo, NoHo, LES, etc, but I digress). Both of us had been on many dates (not with each other since we're both gaybies). Recently after having a slightly heartbreaking situation, I decided I wanted to go out and meet more lesbian friends. Here's a side note about lesbians for those that may not understand this conundrum. They mostly suck at making and keeping friends. Lesbo's are the cliquey-est people I know of. Maybe it was cause we were all a little socially outcast in high school... or middle school... or shit, if you wanna be dramatic and hold on to crap for a really long time, even elementary school. But let's just say that it's difficult to "break into the scene." However! I prevailed. I dragged my straight friend out with me one night to a lesbo joint.

Said lesbo joint is called the Cubby Hole. HA. yes. And this is pertinent for many reasons: 1. because it is literally the size of a cubby that you're given for your lunch box in kindergarten, and 2. because it has the world hole in it and it's funny, cause it's a lesbian joint.

I saw a woman across the bar who looked very grumpy. I think she might have been literally scowling. And I don't know what came over me- or maybe I just enjoy a challenge- I decided I wanted HER to be my friend. And I thought that I wanted to make her smile. Or at least I think that's what I was thinking and if I wasn't really thinking that it sounds sweet in hindsight (you'll understand why later). So I mosey on over (read: throw some 'bows through a jam packed crowd of hoodie wearing lesbians) to said woman in button down and hat with a scowl. She's there with her friend who introduces herself to my straight friend VERY quickly. She has a thing for straight girls we've come to find out. Then I decide to strike up a random conversation about capoeira with scowly girl. She ends up smiling and we exchange numbers.

Thus began a friendship and a journey down a road I never expected. Over two years later, we're engaged and we're living in Brooklyn with two dogs. The lesbian stereotype is just so damn hard to break! But on a serious note, I couldn't be happier with where I am in my life right now. And, mind you, there are a TON of stories in between of which to share. But for now, you get the meeting.

More to come on Brooklyn later...