By Anna Merlan
By Albert Samaha
By Tessa Stuart
By Anna Merlan
By Roy Edroso
By Carolyn Hughes
By Chuck Strouse
By Albert Samaha
I'd had my eye on a guy for some time who lived in the city I'd previously lived in (I'd recently moved about 500 miles away). So I finally got the nerve up to e-mail him, and we met in person a month or two later when I was visiting. We had a lot working against us: a 30-plus-year age difference, a long-distance relationship, and a first relationship. Now we've been living together for six years, out and (relatively) accepted by our respective families.
The Younger Man
Nearly eight years ago I started dating a guy who I would be with for five years. Shortly after I started dating him I met his best frienda real hottie! The guy I was dating convinced his best friend to act as bait in a little game of let's trick him into thinking you want to hook up with him so I can catch him trying to cheat on me." The game was poorly played and didn't work. I stayed with the untrusting asshole and shunned his best friend.
Four years dragged by with Asshole and I gradually became less annoyed by his best friend. Eventually the best friend needed to get out of a bad living arrangement and asked if he could move in with us for a while. I grudgingly agreed. He and I spent a lot of time together while Asshole was at work. It didn't take long before I realized that he saw what an asshole Asshole was, felt sorry for me, and thought I should be sainted for putting up with it for that long.
I decided Asshole's best friend wasn't so bad after all. I told Asshole it was over, he moved out, and the former best friend and I became an item shortly thereafter. We married on Valentine's Day 2005. We've had our ups and downs, but I've never been happier. I cherish every moment we have together and only wish I'd had the sense to make a move on him eight years ago.
No Clever Acronym
I met my true love two years after divorcing my wife. We met at a bathhouse. I was there because I was too drunk to drive home and nothing else was open, he was there after ending a yearlong relationship and only wanted to get laid.
After messing around a little, I asked if he cared to go back to my place. He accepted halfheartedly. He made it very clear that he was only interested in a one-night stand. After an evening of mostly talking we found that we had little in common, but politically, socially, and intellectually we were very compatible. As I cleared the breakfast dishes, he handed me his phone number on a scrap of paper and told me to call him sometime. We saw each other again and again that week, and I was smitten. I told him, I keep getting the urge to tell you that I love you."
After meeting my best friend and getting her stamp of approval, he joined me at my birthday party. I wasn't out at the time, so he was introduced to most of my friends as the boyfriend of the woman that lived next door to me. He wasn't willing to waste time with someone who wasn't at least working on coming out. Before I knew it, my list of 40 friends that I planned to come out to was sitting in front of me. As I worked my way through the list I was shocked by the lack of rejection. Not one of my friends had a hard time with me being gay. Almost three years later, I'm out to everyone except at work, and I'm accepted as part of his family to the point that his nephews call me Uncle."
When people ask how my husband and I met, I say with a grin, His ex-wife introduced us." It's true. Of course I don't mention that I was spending lots of time in ropes with her hand up my twat at the time.
See if you can follow this: Ted and Alice were married and polyamorous. Bob also lived with them in their home, and he was Alice's boyfriend/submissive. Then there's Karen, Bob's girlfriend (he's the Top in that relationship). Alice also loved Pat, who is an FTM transsexualbut that's a whole 'nother story. Ted (who is now my husband) and I sat up late talking one night after Alice and Bob wrapped me in Saran Wrap and blew my mind with a Hitachi Magic Wand (yes, there are pictures). We hit it off and started dating and when he and Alice decided to call it quits, we married a year later.
We met in our junior year at a liberal-arts college in quasi-rural Arkansas. We met when a mutual friend of ours called me a few days after a formal dance and informed me that her friend wanted to, as she so delicately put it, fuck my brains out" and that she was sending him over to my dorm room in 20 minutes. This sent me into a frenzy of cleaning usually reserved only for a parental visit. Some liquor, a few hours of Angels in America, and one pair of handcuffs later we had blissfully fallen for one another. We have our ups and downs like any couple, but he's gotten into my kinks (bondage and dom/sub-play) and I've become an avid fan of anime because of him.
Two-plus years later we're still going strong.
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