Her Story:
Two years ago I knew I'd be married today. What I didn't know is who exactly I’d
be married to, because two years ago my life was very different. I spent my
days at Giant Company of Doom working my tail off in their advertising department
(where I'd previously sold my soul to the devil to achieve a menial,
entry-level position), then my evenings going home to my fiancé-at-the-time,
Tristan the Great. He was fun,
energetic, the life of the party—which everyone but me loved about him.
Which brings me to how I met my co-author— and now husband—
Ken.
Tristan the Great and Ken both worked at the same Giant
Company of Doom as me, only they worked in Graphic Design. I'd met Ken several times, since I often
tagged along when Tristan went out for drinks with coworkers from his
department. From what I knew of Ken, he
seemed like a nice guy. Quiet, but
nice. Little did I know that soon he'd
become my biggest help and ally.
Two years later, I sit, a little older and a little wiser,
but infinitely happier. I'm married to
the man of my dreams, and we have a relationship that, before I met Ken, I
thought was only possible in sappy movies or in the most well-imagined romance
novels. It's a relationship filled with
mutual trust, respect, and more sex that I ever thought I’d want!
So what makes our relationship different from other
relationships? We're not entirely sure,
but we've sure come up with a lot of theories. One of them is that so many
couples think they're in love, but they're actually "doing" love
wrong. They act within romantic
relationships in ways simply because over the years, they've learned by example
of family or tall tales from friends or pop culture references and gender stereotypes
that it is how all couples should and do act within a monogamous relationship.
~Barbie~
His Story:
Two years ago I found what I needed more than anything else
in my life. For different people it's different things, but for me it's a
person. I'm going to shock you now: I'm talking about my co-host, Barbie.
Barbie came into my life two years ago, and we didn't fall
in love at first sight. She was engaged to one of our coworkers at the time. A
fairly decent guy as near as I could tell. I was no home-wrecker, they seemed
happy, and what's more I had no interest in finding love. Back in high school I
had a rough experience. I've always been an old soul, and I fell for a teenage
girl (Amber) hard and deep. Harder than high schoolers are supposed to be able
to love someone. When life happened and we went our separate ways to college, I
was a lot more devastated than she was. There was a level of feeling she never
got to, a place within herself that she never found for me, and it kept what we
had from ever becoming something greater than it was. I spent years watching
for that feeling to happen again with someone else, that element of something
real that I sensed could lead to something incredible. But I didn't find it.
Five years passed, total, and I eventually decided to content myself to be a
bachelor (and a goddamned happy one, at that) for the rest of my life if the
right person never came along.
Here's the thing, though. Barbie's fiancé, Tristan, wasn't a
fine, upstanding individual. And love wasn't finished with me. Soon we found we
had to ally together through one of the most bizarre situations of each of our
lives, and along the way we learned a whole lot about love. If you keep reading
this blog you'll find all the things we've learned, and maybe even get to know
our story, strange as it is.
--Ken
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