âWe had dorm rooms next to each other freshman year. Â We mainly just played a lot of board games: Risk, Scrabble, Scattergories, a Trivial Pursuit game from the 1980âs, which everyone sucked at. Â But we became best friends, and the next year decided to get a house together. Â Thatâs when things started to get tense. Â We began sitting closer together. Â We were touching more. Â Weâd play with each otherâs hands. Â Never holding hands, but playing with hands. Â And weâd even fall asleep in the same bed together. Â There was a time that she told me goodnight, and I swear I felt her brush my lips, but by the time I opened my eyes she was out of the room. Â Neither of us had ever dated a woman. Â And I was terrified to try anything. Â We were such good friends. Â There was always this fear that if I voiced the desire, it would ruin our friendship. Â But one night we were out for drinks at a hotel where Al Capone used to stay. Â I was feeling pretty drunk, so I leaned over and said: âSometimes I feel like I want to kiss you.â Â And she replied: âSometimes I do too.â Â I didnât say a thing. Â I wasnât even sure that Iâd heard her correctly. Â I just kept thinking: âOh my God, itâs happening. Â Itâs happening.â Â Then once we finished our drinks, and started walking home, I stopped her in front of a bridge. Â I said: âShall we do it here?â Â It was December 12th, 2002. Â And even though we got married five years ago, thatâs the day we celebrate as our anniversary.â
So close to our story it's crazy.
