THE END, THE BEGINNING
I remember one time when my bandmates were having a pre-gig dinner with the owner of the bar where we regularly played, the owner was talking about her late husband who died prematurely and how they went to bars to listen to good music and booze -- basically to have a good time.
She told us that she and her husband would go to places where there's good music and go to places they both enjoyed. They do things together.
At that time I was envious of her because she had someone, albeit for a short time only, to enjoy things like these. Enjoy each other's company and do the things they both enjoyed.
At that time I was doubting if there was such a person for me and that time I was so down that I was considering single blessedness for the rest of my life. Honestly, my exes were kinda off-tangent for me. One did not even READ -- I mean read an honest-to-goodness book. It was a major turn off for a writer like myself and I wonder how he ended being my boyfriend. The other one read but his interests did not interest me and he was shallow that I could cry. The last one read and used books to get nearer to me but I discovered he was a major asshole -- so enough said.
And I haven't had any experience drinking with them. None. Nada. Sorry, i gauge the character of a guy based on my experience drinking with him. hahaha.
It was only last night did I realize that I am marrying a man whom I often go out with to bars to enjoy good music. He often brought me to Conspiracy to listen to Joey Ayala and Cookie Chua. And I often get drunk with him. Hehehe.
When I am with him, it feels safe to get drunk and he does not have any problems with that, as far as I know. Maybe as long as I don't embarrass him -- when I get drunk I do a lot of weird stuff like talk in English non-stop with call center twang even before it was in "vogue". Ask my college barkada. Hehe. I often walked around in my bestfriend's house (where we often had our drinking spree) talking like an Atenista. And there's this casette tape to prove my non-stop drunken ramblings.
I am marrying a man who buys more books than I do. We even had a race on who could finish the thickest Harry Potter book and Angels and Demons so that whoever finishes first would have the benefit of spilling the details. We go to museums together. We travel together. He watches more movies than I do. And much to my dismay, he watches more TV than I do in a week.
Even though our politics are poles apart, we talk about politics. Actually, we talk about a lot of stuff. Sometimes we don't talk to each other as we are already contented doing our stuff is each other's presence.
I am a nagger and he is a slowpoke when it comes to getting things done and we get on each other's nerves. I am violent and quick to anger and he can handle the volatile antsy me and that's quite a feat. He knows that I have this bad habit of not acknowledging my mistakes -- that I was wrong -- and sometimes I can get away with that.
Sometimes he gets annoyed that I'm too independent-minded and tend to do things my way. I am hard-headed and stubborn and so far for six years we haven't broken up.
And that's a long time considering that we didn't like each other the first time we met.
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I remember when we were just in the "courtship stage" he had this brod who had a crush on me (and he was the type who would fall for any person who could wear a skirt) and professed his "love" over the phone. I turned down the guy right there and then with a few thought-provoking maanghang words.
Now I wonder…Other Half did not even "profess his love" for me that time. *sabay irap* He did not even say he loved me! *head scratch* Come to think of it, I am marrying a man who did not even say he loves me when he was "courting" me.
Dang.
And that's six years and counting
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