Archive for July 23rd, 2008
The post in which she admits…
she’s an unabashed ho.
Yes, people, that’s right. I am. A. Ho.
ok, I was. You know – 13 years ago. 
Since then, not so much ho, much more slow.
13 years ago today, I boarded a plane without much of a plan. I was going to Knoxville to meet a couple of friends I’d made on the internet. Now, I’d exaggerated how MANY friends to my family because they all thought I was nuts anyway – there were really only 3 friends (but I made it out to seem like there was like a dozen) and there was only one that I REALLY cared about meeting anyway.
It was this guy I’d been talking to online during late night conversations where we talked about who knows what. We eventually moved to the phone and omg, the voice – very sexy, especially late at night when he was tired, his voice grew deeper, and with that southern accent – wow. Yum.
He wasn’t the kind of guy that you see a lot on the web these days. He wasn’t out to get "me" – wasn’t a pervert, wasn’t a home wrecker – he’d just had a really lousy breakup – we were really just looking for fun. Doesn’t that sound trampy? [Picture me: In a french braid since the day before, I had a really pretty dress on, heels, even had a HAT on.]
My plane wound up being late and all sorts of things and I got there much later than expected.
When I did, another of my friends met me, and we went to my hotel, where I very nervously awaited this guy. This dude who looked like a rock star. I KNEW he’d take 1 look at me and RUN. FAST. A W A Y. But hey, I’d traveled all this way – might as well give him the chance to run in person. Right?
[Stop reading here, mom] Turns out, I was wrong (obviously). We had a … REALLY fun week. By the time this photo was taken, we were both walking funny. LOL (I told you, I‘m was a ho.) But I knew – I just KNEW – that there was more for us. This wasn’t just a hook-up.
Turns out, I was right. 13 years, numerous jobs, 8 apartments, 3 states, 3 kids, 1 bad reaction, 4 major surgeries, family problems, money problems, health problems – he still comes home to me, to us. I still miss him when he works late. I still drive him crazy with my family, he still drives me crazy with his. My only wish for the next 13 years is that there’s less stress, because sometimes, I really don’t think he’ll want to stick around for another year with all the stress we have to wade through.
I love you, honey.
