^ Really? I'd guess they were fun too. The boys - not so much.
More importantly - did you meet Eddie?
When I was 16 I walked into a house party with my boyfriend at the time & saw the man who was to become my husband (Mark) sitting at the dinette table playing drinking games.

Yeah, I knew he was classy right from the start. We were all headbanger kids, so picture lots of feathered hair, tight jeans, cigarettes & Metallica. I asked BF who the guy at the table was, he told me & said "why, do you like him?" I said "NO!" But sometimes, no means yes.
Hung out with the same crowd over the nextyear or two, saw each other at parties, I loved when he was there because he always made me laugh. Oh, and he was hot.

He went into the Navy & I stayed with BF.
Fast forward 2 years. I break up with BF after he asked me to marry him - (dude, I was 19, he was 25 - how the hell did he think I was ready to get married?) It's a long, dragged out process with threats of self-harm & such. A few months later, Mark gets out of the Navy & I am trying to hook him up with one of my friends. She doesn't show up to the party. Mark & I start hanging out more & more & one day, he kissed me.
That was it. We definitely weren't looking for anything long term, it just happened & we never looked back. Together 12 years next week, married almost 2. I feel stupid saying it was meant to be, but I guess it kind of was.
