Happy Anniversary, Jerame! I love you!
Today is our eight year anniversary. We celebrate our first date. Not the first time we talked, not the first time we saw each other, or - the Indiana legislature forbid - the day we got married.
Back then, our circles kept overlapping but we'd never actually met. One of his friends was dating my roommate. His best friend had cruised my roommate and knew me from bilerico. Hell, he'd had dinner with my roommate and his friend the week before. We'd e-mailed. Talked on the phone. Instant messaged. But we'd never met.
He came to visit me at work one morning. We stood out in the parking lot talking and laughing for a while by his car. His eyes were so very blue and penetrating. We decided to go out that night - our first date.
We went to Macri's Deli and after dinner we decided to rent a movie. We chose City of Angels and took it back to his place. When he dropped me off at home after the date was over, he gave me our first kiss on the back porch.
So maybe I should say we celebrate the day of our first kiss.