It is with a sad heart that I must share that this will be my last week as a Gripper. It has been an incredible experience, and I hope to be able to come back from time to time as a guest poster. But life has quite simply gotten out of control, and so I must step down as a weekly poster. Our Saturday guest will be taking over my Friday spot starting next week. I hope that you will all welcome her, as you did me.
Now, for my last post as a regular!
My most memorable moment of insanity resulted in marriage. : )
The day I met my husband, Jan 1st 1996, I was hung over. I was also 17. My older sister had allowed me to drink some champagne for New Year's eve, provided it was diluted with juice, and I had the worst hang-over of my life. Give me straight vodka any day over that crap.
Anyways, he brought over a former friend of mine, who needed my advice. I hated her because she had betrayed me, but at the same time, I was a sucker and could never turn away someone in pain. And since she had been gang banged at a party where she was given a ruffie, and was knocked up from it, she was in pain.
So against my better judgement, I invited her, her boyfriend, and the friend of her boyfriend who had driven them to my house inside.
While we were talking, we went downstairs and started playing pool. I ended up kissing the friend who did the driving, and well, gropping him before we kissed. What can I say - I suck at pool and he didn't, so I needed the distraction.
That was completely out of character for me, and had I not been hung-over, I probably never would have been so daring. As it was, my head hurt just enough that I didn't give a shit what anyone thought. I just wanted to scoop out my eyes with a ice cream spoon, and then drown myself in liquid tylenol.
Some how, that crazy day, my husband saw something in me - normally quiet, and painfully shy me - that sparked his interest and he was able to hang in there when I retreated into my 'oh hell what did I do' shell. We started dating, and he helped me to see that having a wild side, in moderation, wasn't such a bad thing. Given that he was my first boyfriend after having had my trust abused in the worst possible way by my former boyfriend, it took a crap ton of patience for him to get to see that wild me again. For me to embrace those moments of insanity.
I still have them from time to time. Like that moment in the strip club ...
Well, that's my moment of insanity. : ) I will miss you all, and I do so hope to catch you around from time to time.