Early On

pICKLES ON MY PIZZA

November 21, 2014

The first two things you probably noticed about this post are the date and the picture. I am quite certain that I came to your place in Barrie (and met Pickles!!!!!!) well before November 21st, but this is the first time it appears on my Google Timeline, so that's why I used it. And yes, the picture of Pinterton and Pizza is from Ray's, but it contained both Pinnigan and Pizza so it was purrfect!

I had a great time whenever that night actually was. You ordered Topper's Pizza with all the toppings that I liked.

I got to meet Pickles. She immediately identified me as weak link and stole my pizza. I wasn't so used to cats at that point and had no idea that her and I would eventually be known as "da 2-cats clan." I got to watch the Walking Dead for the first time. I got to experience the futon that flipped from the slightest bit of pressure on the edge. I also got to administer a Zombie test on you. It turned out you were human. Thank goodness. But I guess I can come clean now: I'm not actually a certified Zombie tester. In fact, I don't think there's such a profession. I just really wanted to kiss you, kiss you a lot. And kiss you a lot I did.

This is something that hasn't gone away at all and it never will. I love expressing my love to you with a kiss. It is one of the more enjoyable parts of my day and it is something I look forward to. Often, one kiss isn't enough which is why I always demand more! All of this said, the first time we kissed during that 'zombie test' is another thing that I will remember forever. It gave me this indescribable feeling but if I had to simplify it I'd say that it made me feel good inside and out. Typing this out right now is making me want to kiss you. I think I'm going to pause this site for a minute and seek you out for a kiss.

That date was a really, really fun one.

There were some other notable dates that we had early on in our relationship that deserve a mention:

1) The Italian restaurant we went to was a tasty experience! We were the only people in there who didn't come straight out of the bush and I was the only male in there not wearing a cap.

2) I spent a bunch of nights at your place early on. Your washroom was pretty much attached to your bedroom. We commonly ate foods like pizza, frozen pizza, and pizza bagels. Shockingly, I wasn't ready to fart in front of you at that point. So each morning going back to my car would resemble something like this:

3) Back in those days I was still coaching youth hockey. Just like it is today, getting a few extra minutes with you is worth any price. That day though, I think I left myself 40 minutes to get the rink. I can't tell you how fast I was driving that day because I've mentally blocked it out (all I can picture is a brick of cheese in place of the spedometer...ya, I'm a weirdo). Somehow I made it with time to spare!

4) I don't remember if both of these things happened on the same day, but it's a lot more fun to pretend that they did! The first time you came over your feet were covered in those thick socks (wool?) that are super slippery. I'm chuckling as I type this out and recall the memory of you nearly falling down the stairs. Can you imagine what a disaster that would have been?! And then to add insult to injury, you absolutely shattered the wine glass you were drinking from. You didn't nudge it. You didn't gently bump it. You didn't drop it. You didn't trip over my foam roller. In my memory of the event, you roundhouse kicked the wine glass which broke into a million pieces. Those pieces flew in all directions like shrapnel, piercing and lodging itself into everything that I was in the basement. I'm pretty sure that my dad had to completely re-finish the basement and buy new furniture after that incident. But hey, you got a nice new custom wine glass out of it! ;)

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