I’m not sure whether I’ve mentioned how Turtle and I originally got together, but this video reminded me of the whole thing:
Back when we were still just coworkers, we spent several weeks playing Scrabulous and sort of flirting over the little chat box they had there. I got her to join Facebook (because I wanted to get to know her, sort of – I needed an in! But I told her it was so we could play Scrabulous. Word games are a good way to snag a spouse?) and then I spent a lot of time looking at this picture and feeling fluttery.
Finally, one Friday night when I was supposed to watch a movie with my mom, she sent me a message; I’d just scored really high on some word and she said, “I’d be mad if I weren’t so smitten.”
From there, it all just sort of started: I saw her two days later, we had a seven hour date, and I didn’t kiss her goodnight. Don’t worry, I made up for it the next day. I spent the first month of our relationship not really talking; I was afraid we would run out of things to say to each other and that our relationship would be doomed: maybe we had nothing in common, maybe she was secretly a crazy cat lady, maybe our age difference would be a big deal or my friends wouldn’t like her.
Well, here’s what I have to say to that, Bird-of-the-Past: thanks for giving it a chance and finally opening your mouth. And Turtle-of-the-Past? Thanks for speaking up, for waiting for me to finally find a voice and words and trusting the whole crazy thing.
When we first started dating, Turtle would not let me take care of her at all. She got a cold and banned me from her apartment. To someone who needs company and someone to make me tea and bring me tissues, this was a completely ridiculous response to getting sick. When you are sick, you need someone to take care of you, and you let your girlfriend do that. Turtle’s response to that: Oh HELLS no. Leave me alone. Seriously, I think she wouldn’t even let me bring her a blanket.
Last week, as she was lying on the couch crying about how we were torturing our dog, she asked me for a box of tissues.
Look how far we’ve come, you guys. So tell that someone you’re smitten with that you’re smitten, because smitten is a good word and it makes people fluttery and then they’ll wear makeup and those cute jeans the next time they see you and then you’ll have an awesome wedding and a cute-if-high-maintenance menagerie. If that’s how you want it.
Who spoke up first in your relationship?