Joe and I have had an ongoing debate about who made the first move in our relationship. We were coworkers and friends and then suddenly something more and there is no clear line between the two.
Basically we were friends, we enjoyed talking to each other, we didn’t get on each other’s nerves. One night he invited me over to watch a movie, a few days later I invited him over to watch movies. That second night? That was the night we first kissed.
That night he sent me an email – I still have a copy of that email printed out and saved. Ever since that night we have been pretty well inseparable.
When we’re not physically together we talk on the phone and IM and send each other emails. I know what he’s talking about before he finishes his sentence, his hugs are the greatest in the world, though another, smaller human is starting to compete for that title.
We are similar in a lot of ways and different in a lot of ways and we make a really great team.
It’s pretty clear we both sort of knew that right away. It wasn’t long after that first kiss that we started talking about moving in together, and seven years later here we are with a dog and a daughter and a house and a life built around our family.
So I’ve decided to take the credit. I knew I was feeling something, I called, I asked him to come over. I’m the winner.