My husband Greg and I celebrate our 20th Anniversary this week. We met for the first time twenty years ago, on Jan. 1, 1993.
In previous years I made the announcement of our anniversary on my Jan. 1 blog posting, where it fell through the cracks unread and unacknowledged by most because of the holiday.
This year being extra special, I am announcing it early. It may be selfish and whiny of me, but I’d really like to get a few “congratulations” from my blogger friends. It would mean a lot to me.
According to the great and all-powerful Internet, the 20th anniversary is commemorated with china (traditional) or platinum (modern). I wouldn’t mind getting a platinum cockring. I’d wear it with pride. To be honest, what I’d really like is a jade cockring, but the jade anniversary is 35 years, and I don’t think I want to wait that long.
My dear friend and fellow blogger Buddy Bear asked me in a comment yesterday to describe the first meeting between Greg and I. In the past when I’ve been asked this I’ve always told a little white lie, saying we met at a mutual friend’s New Year’s Eve party. The truth was embarrassing to me, but now I think it’s time to come out of the closet.
Greg and I met in (for its time) a non-traditional way: through the internet. Don’t laugh. Nowadays the internet is de rigueur for most gay meetups, but in Jan. 1993 when the world wide web was still just a research project at CERN and AOL was an expensive subscription service still in its infancy, Greg and I connected via Bill n Bob’s BBS in Cleveland. Geekus maximus, I admit.
I made a post on the BBS about slavery, and that I wanted a sex slave. Greg responded by saying he was looking for a sex master. We both decided we were just being silly but it started a dialog between us. We exchanged a few emails in the first couple of days, then transitioned to the phone for a few more days. Our conversations were hours long. I couldn’t wait to come home from work to spend the evening talking to Greg. When the first weekend came up, we decided to meet.
I drove over to the west side of Cleveland (I lived on the east side, a half-hour from him) and we met for dinner at some greasy spoon on Clifton Avenue in Cleveland’s gay neighborhood. Greg was a vision to behold! I couldn’t believe how hot he was, and how lucky I was. We had a simple dinner date.
At its conclusion I walked him home to his apartment where he proceeded to invite me up to see it. He had a great 4th floor apartment that he shared with 3 other guys. The last room he showed me was his bedroom. Before the date even began we agreed there would be no sex. We did not want this to be some kind of random hookup, but a real date. However…
You can imagine the rest. Or look back through past blog entries. I’ve written about our first sex on more than one blog post, but I’ll leave you to find it.
So that’s the story of how this 20 year relationship began. A bit of anonymous silliness on a BBS on Jan. 1, 1993 led to this. In Sept. 1993 Greg moved into my house, and over the years we’ve lived in (metro-) Cleveland, Chicago, Tampa Bay, Dayton, and now DC. I wonder where the next twenty years will take us?