Today marks the third anniversary of the day Kamran and I met at S’MAC in the East Village for macaroni, cheese, and a first date for the ages. I wore a black hoodie and old jeans because I thought I wasn’t going to care to impress him, and he said things like, “I spent the past six years living in New Jersey,” when he meant, “I spent the past six years earning my PH.D. FROM PRINCETON.” Afterward, he charmed the pants off of me (not literally) by taking me for drinks at a bar with red velvet furniture and telling me all about his guilty pleasure bands.
As we parted at the train station later, he said, “I’ll call you,” and I said, “Thanks for taking me out,” and he said, “The pleasure was mine,” which seemed really slick and grown-up at the time but would later turn out to be something he says on a daily basis. I gave him a hug to signal that he had my permission to run the hell away and never call me again, but he said, “I’m still going to wait until your train comes.” I said, “But we’ve already said goodbye! Now we’re gonna be all awkward.” He asked, “What’s better than two goodbyes?”, and I said, “No goodbyes.” Sexy!
Most days feel just as exciting as that first one did, and the days that don’t feel exciting still feel full of a deep, understanding love that I couldn’t even imagine until I met him but now probably take for granted because it feels like such a part of me. Even after three years, it still seems like our time together has just begun, and I hope that we end up just like the eternal embrace skeletons.
Even if it’s just because we strangled each other to death.
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You’re gonna make fun of me for saying this.
I know that.
And yet:
I pray to the Holy Lady almost every day to find my own KamKat kind of love.
Sometime, someday, when I get married somewhere deep in a Louisiana bayou, I expect you to show up, spritz on a little industrial-strength mosquito repellent (a.k.a. Louisiana perfume) and sing “KamKat Love” to the tune of “Muskrat Love,” karaoke-style.
Why would I make fun of you?! That’s what I want for you, too, although it’d probably make your blog as boring as mine.
OH, WAIT! You don’t write about the juicy stuff, anyway, so NEVERMIND.
It’d be kind of freaky for me to sing about my own love at your wedding, though, right? I can’t wait to make up a stupid name fusion for you.
I *love* it! I’m so happy for you!
I feel exactly the same way about Tom. He completely won me over when he kissed my hand as we said goodnight on our first date. I know it sounds cheesy, and from some other guy, it might even seem smarmy, but from him, it seemed so smart and modern and old-fashioned at the same time. He respected me, but wanted to show interest, and it hinted of his romantic side. It was so cool. And, it’s just gotten better since then.
I’m so glad you have that, too. Doesn’t it ROCK?!? :)
Exactly! “The pleasure was mine” can be totally smarmy coming from the wrong person, but it was pretty clear Kamran wasn’t one of those guys. The handkiss would’ve been a real winner for me, too.
Did you write about you and Tom getting together? I’m sure I’d love to read that.
We actually did do our “stories” about how we came together from both perspectives for a past webpage. I’ll see if I can dig them up!
I’m sure all your female friends are all…”Awwwwwwwww {with a tear in their eye}” as they sit in their all pink rooms with either their mystical unicorn or hannah montanah bed sheets !
Puh-Lease…Bah-Humbug!
Love is overrated.
The real L word is…?
Lust is the new pink these days.
Damn I ought to charge you for the knowledge I drop with every comment!
Mike Lowrey’s words of wisdom…
This is higher learning right here folks.
Katie I’m sure their will be an episode of Bones about you two…
Are you trying to tell me that Kamran’s gonna leave me for one of those California blondes as soon as he passes the bar exam? I have the lust AND the love, so screeeeeeeeew you and your wisdom.
Now excuse me while I go home and knock some boots with Kam on our Hannah Montana bedsheets.
Ha, you know damn well you have “That 70’s Show” sheets with your secret crush (Adam’s twin) Eric Foreman on it not Hannah Montana.
But seriously..
Am I the only one who looks at those skeletons and think that it was a murder suicide kind of deal.
Nah…you can keep that kind of love.
Aww this gave me warm fuzzies.
No, seriously, congrats! I know the feeling myself, and it’s a good one :)
I’m glad I have some happily in love readers now. Back in my LiveJournal days, people only liked me because I wasn’t in love, and neither were they, and we could all be miserable together. Yay!
I made Mike a Valentine’s Day card with those skeletons. I don’t think he found it as romantic and thoughtful as I did.
This is why girls should all be lesbians, right? I’d be beside myself if someone gave me a hugging skeletons card.
Congratulations! I’m glad that you guys are so happy…and those skeletons are something else! :) I’ve never seen that before.
Hey, thanks. Here’s the story of the embracing skeletons, if you’re interested.
So I see you’re back to a public blog? I was terrible about logging into your supersecret blog, so I lost track of what happened. I have this one added to my Google Reader now, though.
happy belated!!!!!! i’m loving those skellies–maybe i’ll put them on a card for ant as our anniversary is next week.
did you go out for mac&cheese on the big day or did you swing by ‘hot and crusty’? please take special-K to le souk and let me know how it goes. it was a flavor nightmare for me but you guys are tres sophisticated and will love it.
Hey, now that I’ve taken a million years to reply to your comment, I actually know what you got him for your anniversary.
Hope you ended up using the skeletons; I think they’re a lot less freaky to give your husband, who you’re expected to be with for life, than your boyfriend who’s afraid of commitment.
We tried to make a reservation for Balthazar for the anniversary, but they’re booked up every Saturday night for eternity. Instead, we’re going to Keens this weekend. Yay!
Those are some hott and sexy skeletons. That’s just how I picture the two of you, you know.
Only your skeleton should be wearing a cape.
And my skeleton should be latched onto you from the other side.
The last line amused me for many days now, thanks.
This whole situation reminds me of this:
Awesome! Dan and his former CompUSA coworkers had a lot of fun joking about the Bodies exhibit that moved into their old location at Easton after it went out of business.
Saying “I love you” with class.
You would think dead bodies are classy.
I remember reading the entry you wrote after meeting Kamran. And I remember I said something like, “This one’s a keeper!!!” So basically this is all my doing.
Hurry up and get married already. If you have a classy December/January wedding, I might be able to come! Get cracking.
I think what you actually said was, “He wore a sweater vest and pinstriped pants on your first date? Are you sure he’s not gay?”
How about a December/January threesome instead? Foursome?!
UGH. Now I’m going to have that horrific Carpenters song stuck in my head for weeks; I know it.
“We’ve only just begun…”
The true proof of your good writing and my horrific narcissism is that everything you write must, of course, relate directly to me and my tangle of trite feelings and experiences.
Sorry about that. This should help.