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So, when I was in college, for a short while I dated this really nice guy. Sweet guy. Musician. Nice family. Grew up on a gorgeous blueberry farm on a hilltop.
When I visited the house he shared with his friends, he showed me his room. The room had two windows...
When I visited the house he shared with his friends, he showed me his room. The room had two windows...
Each window had one single solitary drapery panel... draped over the top of the window and down one side.
"Nice curtains," I said.
"Nice curtains," I said.
"My mom made them," he said.
"She didn't love you enough to make you *two* curtains for *each* window?" I replied.
"She didn't love you enough to make you *two* curtains for *each* window?" I replied.
He paused and turned to me sincerely and said:
"Danna, sometimes you can be really mean."
I think about that moment surprisingly frequently...
"Danna, sometimes you can be really mean."
I think about that moment surprisingly frequently...
We broke up soon afterwards.
I am now married to someone who, when I make a joke at his expense, laughs so hard he gets tears in his eyes.
I am now married to someone who, when I make a joke at his expense, laughs so hard he gets tears in his eyes.
And once after I was particularly grouchy to him, as he was leaving the room, gently said, "honey, I almost forgot...could you please... go f*ck yourself?"
For a while after college, I wondered if I was mean.
I wondered if I was a jerk.
But turns out I just needed to find the right person.
or the right *people.*
Cause the late great Mike Young was also enamored by my wit and my bite. and he too gave it right back.
I wondered if I was a jerk.
But turns out I just needed to find the right person.
or the right *people.*
Cause the late great Mike Young was also enamored by my wit and my bite. and he too gave it right back.
Find a person who meets you where you are, who speaks your language and who sees your heart for what it is.
