Riot and Frolic

Four years and three days ago, I married the G.  I often wonder why in the world I did such a thing.  I mean, he's pushy and stubborn, opinionated and argumentative, demanding and uncompromising…  Oh, wait.  Are we talking about him or me?  

In any case, I should have seen it coming.  The first time we hung out, it was my birthday and he gave me this very lovely toast:

    "Here's to women's kisses and whiskey amber clear,

    Not as sweet as a woman's kiss, but a damn sight more sincere."

I'm still slightly offended by it, albeit in a rather charmed way.  

4-05 Adagio For Strings

We met through the studio (awwwww…) and I like to say I taught him everything he knows [about dancing].  He was in a new teachers' training class and I taught some of the training classes.  He had a "real job" during the day where he minimally used his bio-chem degree (nerd).  When I finally convinced the G that it was all right and proper to fraternize with his co-workers on a regular basis, we spent a lot of time together.  Mostly listening to music, dancing, or eating.  Completely platonic.  And disappointing.  

After about six months, I got my chance.   We were with a big group for New Year's Eve and midnight struck and I got to kiss him.  Ha!  Win!  

About a month later, the studio took its yearly cruise vacation and we had a delightful time making people ill with our lovey-dovey, saccharine behavior.  And that was it!  We were sold.  On the next year's trip, the G proposed to me.  It was supposed to be at a place that looked like this on Aruba:

We hope that it wasn't bad luck that it looked like this when we got there:

Yeah, the collapse of the "natural bridge" landmark four months prior to our arrival was not well documented.  

I'm glad to report, we have not fared the same fate as the rock formation above.  We argue, we scare people when we practice dance, we hate each other at least once a week, but I also couldn't do without him.  

So there.