I have been in a monogamous relationship with my "husband" Joe for quite some time now. On April 5th, we'll be celebrating our second anniversary together, and I look forward to this date. I have no idea what we're going to do to celebrate, if anything other then a little night clubbing, but we'll leave that for later.
My story with Joe actually starts a week
prior to my meeting him. I was just beginning to come out to the gay world. I
had been coming to a night club called Generation X for some time with my friends, always
as the straight one who was dragged along. If they only knew back then! I
began taking the drive by myself, and this time, I was taking a bit of a rest from
dancing, when a girl named Maggie came up to me and introduced herself. We both went
out to dance, and when the night ended, I went to the bar to get a scrap of paper so I
could give her my phone number. That's when Ken stepped in.
Now please remember that as I said, this was a
new scene for me, so I didn't have very much confidence in myself in this type of
scenario. He came up to me and started asking me if I got up to Boston much. I
was still living in CT at the time, so just driving up to Providence was a trek for me,
never mind Boston! I tried to politely tell him again and again that I had to catch
up with a friend, but I really wasn't assertive enough. He gave me some passes to
get into a night club that he works at, not seeming to hear me when I told him that I was
only 19 and couldn't get into that kind of place yet. Anyway, we finished our
conversation, but Maggie had already left the building, so I went home.
Fast forward to a week later. Maggie and I ran into each other there again, (it was a REALLY small club,) and we were dancing when I caught sight of Ken. He was coming right at us, so I grabbed Maggie by the hand, and she grabbed her sisters. We all headed for the ladies room, where we sat talking for like ever. About an hour later, I poked my head out of the door, and there he was, sitting there waiting for me. Like I said, I really wasn't strong enough to say "Bugger off" at that point, so I went out and talked to him. He wanted to introduce me to someone. Joe was standing right there, and we said hello. We talked VERY briefly, as I thought that Ken was telling Joe that he had his sights on me or something. I was just like, "I'm in a REALLY deep conversation in the ladies room, so I gotta go. Sorry!" I hid in the ladies room for most of the night, but as I was leaving, Joe slipped me his pager number. THIS was when I actually looked at him, and realized how cute he is.
So okay, I was really busy at this point in my life, as school and work absorbed a lot of my time. I had an apartment of my own, so I had a lot of bills to take care of. Finally, on Wednesday, (Joe had slipped me his number on Sunday night,) I paged him. I was in the two-hour break I had between two classes, so as I was cleaning my room I gave him a beep. About fifteen minutes later, the phone rings and I feel like a fifteen year old with his first real date again. He was at work, but would call me back around ten, when I got out of my night class. We talked that night for a long time, almost two hours. When we hung up with each other, I was excited beyond belief, but there wasn't anyone that I felt I could talk to about this. I had just come out to my mother a few weeks back, and I was still mostly in the closet with all of my friends.
The weeks went by, and we talked for at least an hour a night, usually two. We had so much to talk about, at first it was me doing all of the talking, but then as things progressed he added in more and more. We saw each other twice during this time period, but only at Generation X and for food afterward. We all hung around as long as we could, as we both had an hour drive ahead of us and had to be at work early the next morning. Ahhh, but it was such a magical time for me! I think I must have seemed drunk to all of my friends after the second time we went to eat, as, while he was sitting across the booth from me, he was holding my leg. Nothing sexual, mind you, but a loving, caring touch.
Soon, we arranged for me to take a week off of work and go stay with him for this time. The weekend before, (I was beginning this little Va-Ca on a Tuesday,) he impulsively decided to go home with me and stay at my apartment for the weekend. We drove back to my place on that Friday night, and it was then that he asked me to be his. Needless to say, I was elated and said yes. This weekend was also another first for us, but I'm not going into that, it's for me to keep in my memories for me and only me. The week that I came up was a mad week, and absolutely wonderful! We went out most nights, and we were able to share so much with each other, thoughts, memories, sorrows, philosophies, and watch the other while we were talking.
As time progressed, we fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. We were both pretty miserable in our living conditions, he renting one room from a friend of his mother's and me living in the armpit of the universe, Willimantic, CT. We decided that after the school year was over, we'd take a few more months, and if everything was still working out, we'd get an apartment together in the Boston area. Well, as is obvious, everything worked out! It's not always been easy of course, but it is a wonderful life. We don't have much as we're neither of us in what you could call a grown-up job, but we have each other, and enough to get by, so I'm more than happy!
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