That's me and David...ooooh, 2 years ago! Ouch. Our first Valentines day together. His hair is longer now and I am much fluffier.
I met David through his mom, actually. I worked with his mom in the same place and I really liked her because of her ecclectic spiritualism. I had seen David once when he dropped off lunch for her. Our eyes met and...nothing. I didn't think anything of him other than "Ah, that must be her son." And went back to working.
At the time, I was holed up with a rescue. By rescue, I mean a man who needed me more than he wanted me. I pitied him, so I took care of him...but he was a real loser.
The girls at work decided to have a night out so I agreed to tag along. Plans got confused and I went to the wrong bar! Luckily enough, there was Betty, David's mother. She was there with her husband, another lady that worked in our office, and her son Paul. So I hung out with them for a little while. I was watching the cook close down the kitchen as I was talking to Betty, admiring his shapely behind. Turns out, that was David. So he came over to us and sat next to me and tried to talk to me.
I immediately dismissed him because he came on strong, trying to woo me in what ever weird way he thought was appropriate. (Spouting poetry, telling me I was beautiful. gag.) I shot him down before he could start and told him I was in a relationship. Well, we all moved to a different bar. Again, I was stuck next to David. He got pretty drunk and kept trying to hug me! G'ah! I left shortly there after.
I'll straight out tell you all that I did not feel any attraction to David at all. I thought he was weird and too forward. (He still is at times, to. LOL) A couple of days later, Betty told me how much he liked me. She was my friend and I didn't want to piss her off by telling her that her son was a psycho and sort of creepy. The only thing David had going for him was his backside and his crystal blue eyes.
Um, I went to his bar to pick up lunch for the office and I talked to him again as I waited for the food and...something inside me just caved and I agreed to meet up with him later. So I did. And I discovered how weird he really was! Turns out, he is a longmedicalword-schitsophrenic. He was diagnosed after a nearly fatal head injury. The head trauma sort of changed his brain chemistry. I almost ended things right then and there but I really admired the strength he has about his disease. He doesn't have full-blown symptoms. He is medicated. If he doesn't take his meds, he can get delusional. (Very, very bizzare theories.) He functions like anyone else just as long as he takes his meds and doesn't drink.
Long story short, I got rid of the moocher loser and started dating David.
I don't know WHY I have stuck with him after all the crap we have been through emotionally. David is an alcoholic. We broke up once over it because I couldn't stand him any more...my boyfriend was gone and crazy theory man was in his place. So he stopped drinking because he just loves me that darn much
. He can have a beer now and then with the guys. He seems to manage just fine. Before, he had been drinking a 12 pack or more at night.
David is the last person I would have ever thought of being with. But, here I am. Our story is not really all that romantic. It's mostly funny. I do know that I absolutely adore him. He loves me for me. I love him for him. I simply don't know what I would do with myself with out him. Despite his quirks and malfuncitions and total lack of common sense (which frustrates me to no end! lol) I have found my nich, my partner for life, and my greatest love.
We are getting married next month.