The Land of Greg

No, we ain't in Kansas anymore.

I was gonna be a cool girlfriend and let Greg use this page to learn HTML, but he just isn't interested so I'm just going to talk about him. That's always lots of fun.

Greg and I have been together for a year and a half now, and it seems like forever... and like it just happened yesterday. I still don't quite understand how it all worked out so perfectly. I met Greg at school in a rather offhand manner through a friend, and ended up dragged out to a midnight dinner with that friend along with Greg and another APO bother. (oops, brother!) I can't say that I was attracted to him at all, but I did find him friendly in that intriguing, blocked-up way. (Don't ask me what that means, I'm not sure I know.) Soon after that night I was persuaded to attend a rush party for APO, and that's when we started talking. Not much at the first one, though I earmarked him as the most interesting of the brothers... at the second rush party we got a bit more philosophical... and then another brother asked me to be his guest at the APO Halloween party. That night was a turning point in which my opinion of his intelligence, savvy and worthwhile-ness (word?) was greatly changed for the better. Not that I didn't think he was intelligent... nonono... but after that night I saw him as a thoroughly mental person and admired his ability to create equality between us. I think I managed to come on to him without even realizing it that night. (gee, and I just thought I was admiring his nice hair.) I even wrangled an invitation out of him to go to a few other parties with him. Anyway, he was pretty scared about starting a relationship--not that I thought I was trying to start one!--so as far as promises kept, things didn't quite get off to a fun start after that night.
But before I knew it I was pledging APO, and Greg was suddenly my grand-big... We settled into a wild routine of talking for hours after every pledging event. I just felt so instinctively comfortable around him that I couldn't NOT talk to him. As pledging went on, we were talking later and later into the evening... eventually there came a night when it went just a little too late, and having an early appointment at school the next morning, I couldn't make the drive home and back. So he stayed with me on campus that night-- just to make sure I got up on time. Needless to say, there was an encounter of sorts that night. But I wrote it off to hormones-- there was no way I could be attracted to him! Of course not. We didn't see much of each other for a few days after that; we took time to take stock of what happened and to put it in perspective. For me, that meant laughing it off and realizing I didn't mean it, and for him I suppose that meant re-evaluating his whole life. Not like I meant to screw up his new-found confidence in being single. Oh well.
The next week marked the beginning of our Fall Tour for band, which (that year at least) involved leaving in the early afternoon, returning late that night, leaving early the next morning, and returning two nights later. In the middle of a marvelously interesting discussion, I suddenly realized it was too late to get laundry done if I went home. I had only one concert black outfit clean, and I needed three for tour. panic! (that's the musician's nightmare of having to perform naked...) Fortunately, Greg made the unexpected offer that was to change my life. He would wash my black clothing along with his laundry while I was away on the first day of tour, and then return it to me when we returned that night. Of course, in order to get said laundry, he had to follow me to my apartment across town. I assumed (quite naive of me, I know) that he would take it and go home, but of course you must recall that we had been interrupted in the middle of a truly enlightening conversation. So, after giving the cursory tour of my apartment and introducing him to my cat, we settled back into our routine on my living-room couch. The conversation was rolling along as per normal, with me in one of my usual positions playing with his hair-- and then he interrupted. dum dum dummmm... He asked me the Relationship Question. Well, that stymied me for at least 30 seconds. (That's an eternity in racing-thoughts time.) Finally, I made all the appropriate floodgate connections in my brain, and managed to realize I was in love with the poor freak. Whoops. Like I expected that! (and all you watching at home, don't you say "I told you so"-- I fully realize it was completely obvious to the outside observer.)
Anyway, that ruined his chances of getting home in the same evening. We talked on and on, in my room in the dark, baring our souls (I said our souls!) to one another, making the first official connections. We had our first (official) kiss, and let me tell you, this man is up there among the greatest kissers in the universe. I think he beats Buttercup and Wesley out easy. And around 7 AM, as the sun was just beginning to consider intruding into my room, he suddenly went quiet. He got this odd, intense look in his eyes, shining in the half-light. Then he sat upright, moved closer, took my hand, and asked me to marry him. You might think this would be a stunning surprise, and you'd be right mostly, but when he asked me I knew I'd been expecting it for hours. Maybe even since that night at Halloween. I can't expect to describe the feeling when every molecule in your body quivers simultaneously, and shouts yes to your nerves... but I can say that it had never happened to me before, and would never happen with anyone other than Greg.
I said yes.

And on December 23, late at night in the basement lounge of Beth R.'s apartment building, after having spent a glorious year with him, I said yes again. The ring is beautiful! And I'm so happy! We've set the date for December 09, 2000... we'll keep you posted.

Well, there's no turning back now! Wish us luck, and as always, remember-- you never saw this page.

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