[ SECRET POST #2112 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2112 ⌋

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here's what passes for romance in our house

[lunabee34]

Freshman year of college, I dated this super controlling guy who wanted to police my body in every way possible. By the beginning of sophomore year, we were on the outs with each other, and I went to an acquaintance's birthday party to kick the new year off. (As I mention to someone upthread, I had this crazy premonition the first time I met this acquaintance (Josh) that I was going to marry him one day.) I was always the lightweight, so I went to sleep on a pallet upstairs hours before most everybody went to bed. This pallet happened to be on the floor at the foot of Josh's bed. When he finally came to bed, I woke up and started complaining about how hot his room was; the windows were painted shut, and it had no ceiling fan, but Josh had a little ocillating fan on his nightstand. "Come up here by the fan . . . where it's cooler," he said in exactly the creepy pervo voice you would imagine. And the rest is history. We'll be married 12 years in the spring. LOL