Monday, May 14

Love Drunk

As with most of our relationship it was largely to do with alcohol.

I first met My Boyfriend in a gay club. I’d always assumed I’d never meet a partner in that kind of place, imagining instead I would meet them at a Philosophy Club, Writers Circle, Amateur Drama Company or some other thing that I have never actually been to. Instead, I met him in the club toilets, where, in impetuous, imprudent inebriation, he refused to let me use the Water Fountain unless I kissed him.

Then he gave me his e-mail address, got more wasted, and ended up going home with someone else. He doesn’t remember that night.

The next time was at a party. He was the designated driver, completely sober, quiet, shy, boring. He remembers that night, I’m not entirely sure I do.

A few weeks later I was upstairs in a straight club dancing with some friends when they said, “Hey, there’s this guy downstairs who’s so camp! You’d hate it!” Of course, it was him! He got me drunk, and we ended up at the corner of the dance floor making out, causing a girl to scream as she walked past us. I’m not sure either of us really remembers that night.

And on Saturday night, we were back in the Gay Club, not the same one where we first met, but they are all replicas of each other in someway. As our friend was chatted up by the one straight man in the club, we sat on the couch, drank and talked about marriage. We’ve discussed it many times before, what we would do, how we would do it. And amongst sips we confessed our love for the millionth time. He brought me a rose. We hugged, we kissed, we danced badly to pop music, And we promised each other we would be together forever.

And both of us remembered.

Sunday morning we lay in bed recovering, holding each other, talking, being together, the two of us caught in the glow of the night before.

He kissed me, then got out of bed and knelt down beside it, next to where I was lying. His eyes, which were still half asleep, looked down into mine. His hair had suffered from a drunken slumber, last night’s style caught in a tangle of weakening gel. The floor was covered in smoky clothes, the stale smell of alcohol on our breaths. And it was the most beautiful moment of my life.

Regular readers may have noticed two quirks with this blog. Firstly I have avoided posting anything like a picture of myself or My Boyfriend. Secondly I have always referred to My Boyfriend simply as My Boyfriend, preferring to hide him behind a witty pseudo name (note the Capital Letters) than share him with you.
Well today I’d like to share.

So on the left is me, Simon, The Freelance Cynic, in the flesh.

And on the right is Dan. My Fiancée.Lingering Love


etain_lavena said...

AAHHHHH babe I am in tears....just cause it is sooo wonderful...I am very very happy for you...and him...may all your days be filled with love as it seems it is what you guys are great at:)

xander101 said...

I'm so glad that you wrote it down, when I try to explain it it never comes out right. To be honest, I'm really glad we finally did it, said that we would do it!

jonathan said...

Congratulations! have you set a date?

but simon... will your cynicicism be able to hold under married bliss? or cna we expect you to rise from your knee's the freelance optimist?


Anonymous said...

I am so happy for you both! That is a very romantic proposal.

Coaster Punchman said...

Cute story! But where is the picture? I can't see it.

Coaster Punchman said...

CONGRATULATIONS! I hope some of your best blog buddies will be invited, hint hint!


Webmiztris said...

awwww, congratulations! you two are cute!

Anonymous said...

Guess I can call you by name now on the blog :)

I had put this in line to be posted this week on my blog, but I'll share it with you here instead. It's a favourite piece of mine that is used to train calligraphers. Please share it with Dan.

The Promise

I promise to share with you in times of joy as in times of trouble, to talk and to listen, to honour and appreciate you, to provide for and support you in trust and in love.

It is rare to find a person who not only accepts you for what you are, but also makes you feel good about being yourself. I want to thank you for helping me find the best part of who I am and for letting me share it with you. I appreciate your love, your wisdom, and your understanding.

I promise to share my hopes and thoughts and dreams with you. I promise to treasure the wonderful unique person that you are. When we are together, nothing seems impossible. I want to work with you to continue to build our life together. Let us grow our lives forever intertwined, our love bringing us closer. Together, let us create a home that expresses our individuality and our love for each other. May it be a home filled with peace, with happiness, and with love.

All of my best wishes to the both of you.

This Eclectic Life said...

What a sweet story! I'm in tears. But, Simon, there is no picture! What has blogger done with you? I am so happy for you both. Thank you for sharing this story.

Now, tomorrow, when you go getting all cynical again, I'm going to remind you that you are really a soft-hearted fool in love.

Oh, and fix the picture!

Coaster Punchman said...

Awww, you guys are cute!

Gorilla Bananas said...

My God! For some reason I thought you were Indian. Good luck with the marriage anyway.

Ivy said...

Congratulations to you!

whenn said...

*feeling super warm and fuzzy inside*
Oh, my it's sooo romantic!! ;)
I'm soo happy for you guys! What a great story to tell! :)

4q33l said...

Congrats guys... where's my invite I want to buy a wedding hat!!!!

Ps said...

AWWWWWWW.So sweet.And so moving.Here's wishing you both lots of happiness.

Dale said...

That's very sweet and great to get a look at you both, much happiness!

Anonymous said...

Romance conquers Cynic! Congratulations on the Conquest.

Diogenes, the first Cynic, was found masturbating in Athen's public square, when Plato asked him, "Diogenes, why are you j/o in public?" Diogenes answered, "to solve world hunger."

It would seem that stage in your life has solved a real issue: Bonding with another! No more masturbation for world hunger. More delightful pleasures await, including waking-up and beginning each day with your Beloved beside you (and you he).

Romance always triumphs over cynicism. But the wars can get pretty tiresome, until the victory is won. Now a new dialectic begins: The Dialectic of Togetherness in Endless Reciprocity. Nothing else compares. Best wishes, always.

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