As I was saying…
We’re back from the whirlwind success that was the Kos Q&A (Jerome was AWOL). Rusty is putting the final touches on the audio; in the meantime, I’ll finish what I started.
As you’ve probably read at Rusty’s blog by now (since I directed you there) this year has been amazing for both of us. Best year of my life – and I’m not one to casually throw around superlatives. We started as friends with benefits, because that’s what we both wanted at the time; little did we know that we’d come to enjoy the hanging out, talking, watching the Daily Show, etc. as much as the 11-on-a-scale-of-1-to-10 sex. Three months later we were officially “dating” (a wholly nondescriptive term, but there isn’t a more accurate one in the bass-ackwards popular lexicon, so that’s what I’m relegated to using), but May 9th, the night of our inaugural fuck, is by far the more significant date. -Incidentally, May 9th was also the first day of the Great Blorgy of 2005; as far as I know, we were the only participants that swapped fluids as well as blogs.
As Rusty mentioned, the week or so leading up to the actual hook-up (another term I sort of hate) was rife with innuendo-laden emails. To wit:
Amber:
As to our previous conversation, while my resume is not up to date, I feel confident that my practical experience makes me an excellent candidate for whatever position(s) you would have me in.Rusty:
Regarding your qualifications for the advertised position(s), the hiring process requires multiple, lengthy interviews. They all take place in the same afternoon or evening, and scheduling is flexible.Amber:
I am typically available a few nights a week, although I can be more flexible if need be, assuming the interviews in question are lengthy and multiple as per your email. One of my concerns is the length of the commute, but I trust we will discuss this and other requirements during the negotiation phase.
And so on.
Finally I decided we’d reached our innuendo threshold, and the rest is history.
It’s not often that you can say someone scarred you for life (literally!) and it was worth it. But then, I had no idea that your garden-variety indoor carpet could draw so much blood. I started to have an inkling that Rusty was a keeper, though, when he got out the carpet cleaner (that, btw, is not an innuendo) and scrubbed away all traces of aggro* fucking. Nothing I like more than a man on all fours on my living room floor.
Who knew I’d fall in love with a fella named Rusty who went to college at UT and drives a big red truck? Truth is stranger than fiction – and much, much hotter.
* Ed. note: Pls. disregard inaccuracies in that product of drunken blogging.
awwwwwwwwww
Goddamn adorable. I’m so glad you two progressed from FWB to full blown awesome.
I think that TMI would be the right TLA.